Word: fleshly
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...probably like Flesh. It's a supermarketful of genitalia, mostly male, which makes it a peculiar supermarket indeed. Who can resist Joe D'Alasandro, his phallus wrapped up in a St. Laurent scarf like an obscene Christmas present for Isadora Duncan? Who can pass up Candy Darling, a transvestite with rubykeeler red lips and a feather boa, reading '40's Hollywood pulp sags aloud to prove she couldn't care less about Joe's ongoing blow job? Who could miss a Warhol lampoon of Blow-Up, with Joe cast as Verushka...
...Watching Flesh is not unlike riding the Long Island Railroad from Lynbrook to Babylon: there are a couple of interesting shopping centers along the way, but in the end, one Citgo station is pretty much like another...
...TRASH is hilarious because Holly Woodlawn is a camic genius, a kind of funky Will Rogers in drag. She and Jane Forth are sorely missed in Flesh. and the verbal gags that remain to embroider the acres of skin rarely reach the preposterous level of charm that Flesh's successor maintains. Trash can have a streetchick drawl, "You got any LSD? You know, Lucy in the Sky, with Diamonds?" The boffs in Flesh, though, are much more sincere, and when the Warhol/ Morrissey Factory is sincere, it's pathetic. For instance, Joe says at one point with heart-rending earnestness...
...Flesh sexist? Near the beginning of the movie, Joe says to his wife, "Do you want to make me happy?" When she says yes, Joe continues, "Then do my laundry." In a way, there's enough self-parody here to wipe out the chauvinism. And even if there weren't. Joe isn't so much sexist as bored. The scene takes place in bed, Joe sprawled naked next to his wife. Joe is as much a sex object as his partner. Everyone in the movie, in fact, is in some sense an object, and most of the objects...
THERE'S a really moving moment in Flesh, a silent stretch of film invested with a stunning measure of poetry. Joe, nude, feeds little pieces of cupcake to a baby; both of them are highlighted against a splendid Oriental rug. Warhol people have done more to explore the aesthetics of the naked body than any other film troupe, even if their efforts are occasionally in disastrously bad taste...