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...gathering momentum by the moment. The beatnik film, Pull My Daisy, which runs only 29 minutes but seems considerably longer, is a sort of celluloid-muffled Howl. Financed (for $20,000) by a couple of Manhattan brokers, it features a few well-known beat bards (Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso, Peter Orlovsky) in a "free improvisation" on a scene from an unproduced play by Jack (On the Road) Kerouac. The beatniks stumble around a pad on Manhattan's Lower East Side, giggle hysterically, wrestle, and mumble "poetry." Even so, Daisy is funnier than most sick jokes, and, considering the subject...
McDarrah claims his talent pool now includes just about all the hipsters in Manhattan except the Kerouac-Corso-Ginsberg sort, who are already approaching their first million and don't need the bread. This week he is planning to supply two beats-one cat, one chick-for a birthday party given by a Madison Avenue adwoman for a fashion photographer...
Nobody who has seen Pull My Daisy by Jack Kerouac [with Beat Poets Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso and Peter Orlovsky in the cast] can agree with the distorted impression you have given of it in your Dec. 14 issue. You have completely neglected to mention that Putt My Daisy is an attempt at spontaneous movie making and does not pretend to be anything else. You attempt to compare it to a home movie because the narrator speaks for the characters; yet even your obvious attempt to make Kerouac's prose seem humorous cannot dim its haunting poetic quality...
...home movies, the characters on the screen mouth lost words. On the sound track Kerouac talks on, speaking for them. Visitors knock. "Button your fly and go answer the door," says Kerouac for the mother. The little boy opens the door. Enter Poets Ginsberg and Corso. They drink beer and wine, smoke marijuana, look out the window, where "90-year-old men are being run over by gasoline trucks." The audience now knows that Pull My Daisy is not just another she-bugs-me, she-bugs-me-not story...
...husband, a railroad brakeman (played by Painter Larry Rivers), comes home. He has invited a High Church bishop for tea. The bishop is like 20 years old, and he brings his mother. Not all the Beats are pleased. Ginsberg: "I'll go in the bathroom and watch television." Corso wonders if the bishop knows about "beer bottles that come in magic candlesticks. Is alligators holy, Bishop? Is everything holy? Are we all in heaven now and don't know about it? Jamambi, jamambi, jamambi, jamac." After that, the plot thins, but it is the flavor that matters...