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Women in Revolt
Four Camp Classics
Gerri Miller:
"You used to be dynamite, Joe. Don't you miss it?"
Joe Dallesandro:
"Uh ? yeah."
? from
Trash
It's a happy irony that four of the cornerstones of cinematic camp are making their appearance on DVD. Like
John Waters
, director
Paul Morrissey
isn't known for his careful cinematography, or meticulous lighting, or even audible sound ? in other words, all those things that DVD showcases to such great effect. Nonetheless,
Flesh
,
Trash
,
Heat
, and the previously unavailable
Women in Revolt
are among the most welcome of recent DVDs (they can also be had on VHS at sell-through prices) for their rarity, fetish interest, and sheer entertainment value. Self-absorbed drag queens, has-been B-movie actresses, churlish fag hags, fetching hustlers, effeminate vampires, and delusional junkies are Morrissey's gallery, and nobody does it better.
Flesh
,
Trash
,
and
Heat
were "written, photographed, and directed" by Morrissey, while
Women in Revolt
gives him only the "written and directed" credits.
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Image Entertainment
appears to have cleaned up the color and sound on these transfers just to the extent permissible without compromising Morrissey's intentionally seedy production values, which act as a constant reminder of the seediness of his characters' lives and their rather pathetic aspirations. While none of the discs exploit the full potential of the medium ? there's no director or actor commentary and little in the way of add-ons ? there are chapter breakdowns and a few appropriately campy fabricated clips (an ad for the fake TV show in
Heat
, "Joey Davis in
The Big Ranch!
"). For the army of devotees of
Joe Dallesandro
, DVD's flawless freeze frame will provide ample opportunity to inspect every pimple on Little Joe's legendary muscular butt.
The chronological first of the films is
Flesh
(1968); true to its title, it explores the famous flesh of Joe Dallesandro, how he uses it to get what he wants without ever himself being quite comfortable in it. The film's opening seems to be a recapitulation and a farewell to the
Warhol
aesthetic of interminable shots of passive people, but for Joe-watchers, it's reward enough to see him for what feels like ten minutes just sleeping naked on a bed, occasionally moving a little or brushing back his hair. From this point, there's a decipherable narrative that sets Morrissey apart from the story-free structures of his mentor. A typically picaresque tale,
Flesh
is a day in the life of a New York hustler. We see in detail his meetings with various clients, male and female, and with the glittering, damaged denizens of this world ? unnamed novice hustlers eager for Joe's insights; drag queens Jackie Curtis and
Holly
Woodlawn
, who are oblivious to his fleshly charms; Louis Waldron as a Korean war vet whose pathetic interest in Joe is always secondary to the economics; and Gerri Miller as a go-go dancer whose attempts to get Joe off are met with indifference. As always in Morrissey's films, it's the human personality with all its weaknesses and deviations that's most important, and
Flesh
is a fascinating showcase for them.
Morrissey's next film, the classic
Trash
(1970), put him on the map, garnering positive reviews from most quarters for its pitiless portrayal of a particular segment of New York street life, and doing it with humor and heart. In spite of Warhol's imprimatur above the title (
Andy Warhol Presents
Trash
), it's Morrissey's movie all the way. (The Warhol-Morrissey collaboration is mostly a myth; Warhol had nothing to do with these films.) Holly Woodlawn and Joe Dallesandro play a welfare couple ? she a trash collector, he a heroin-addicted hustler who can barely get it up ? trying to survive in an indifferent world. As with
Flesh
,
the title has multiple meanings: trash is Holly's, and Joe's, living; and it's Holly's fate, the label pinned on her by society. In a series of unforgettable tableaux, Joe attempts to rob a rich New York couple, who end up playing mind games with him, asking him to rape the wife, and finally tossing him out; Holly masturbates with a beer bottle and catches Joe in bed with her sister ("Fuck you
and
your dog!" she screams in a fury worthy of Greek tragedy); and, best of all, Holly and Joe apply for welfare with a social worker who will only get them on the program if she sells him her shoes, which he wants to make into a lamp. The dialogue, typical of Morrissey's work, is a mix of planned and improvised, but inevitably it has the hard ring of reality; Holly's intensity and Joe's gorgeous passivity make us willingly, happily suspend disbelief.
Joe Dallesandro and Gerri Miller in
Trash
Women in Revolt
(1973) has a special place in the Morrissey camp canon. A staple of early '70s hip cinema, the film virtually disappeared after its initial run and was rarely revived, for reasons never quite clear.
Women in Revolt
is a hilarious satire of 1970s feminism that reeks of its era, with its trio of "women" (actually drag queens) mindlessly grappling with "women's rights" while in fact spending most of their energy selling out the movement in favor of their own selfish desires. Legendary camp divas Jackie Curtis, Holly Woodlawn, and Candy Darling play the three "revolting" women. They form a group called P.I.G.S. (Politically Involved Girls) and spend half their time fleecing their relatives and various old queens for The Cause and the other half brawling, bitching, and secretly compromising their politics by carrying on with musclebound macho pigs and casting couch directors. In a
Valley of the Dolls
twist, Jackie ends up a mad housewife, Holly becomes a Bowery drunk, and rich girl Candy descends into B movies and slutdom. Morrissey plays it all for low-down laughs, brilliantly skewering what today is known as political correctness. Several long scenes of
full-frontal male
and female nudity add to the entrancingly vulgar goings-on.
Heat
(1973), released the same year, is an ambitious, still enormously funny send-up of
Sunset Boulevard
,
with
Sylvia Miles
dominating as the Gloria Swanson stand-in Sally Todd. Poor Sally is stuck with an insane
lesbian
daughter, a "movie career" now restricted to TV game shows, and one of the most disengaged, desultory studs ever: Joe Dallesandro as hunky, navel-gazing Joey Davis, a former child star in a western TV show. It's hard to know what to point out as most worthy in the film, but definitely at the top is Miles's stunningly over-the-top presence and performance (she claims she improvised all her dialogue, and having interviewed her, I don't doubt it). Andrea "Whipps" Feldman and Pat Ast also excel as, respectively, Sally's cackling, demented daughter and the manager of the sleazy Hollywood motel where everybody (except Sally) lives. Morrissey fleshes out the scene with an enchantingly strange array of Hollywood rejects, including Eric Emerson as a drug burnout who wanders around the patio masturbating in a white frock; and yet another former child star, the decrepit "Aunt Harold", who gives Joe a blow job while Joe's much-abused paramour, Sally, is negotiating with her ex-husband in the next room. Morrissey's view of the twilight of Hollywood and its numerous casualties is, like all the films in this group, both mocking and, surprisingly, affecting.
April 1999 |
Issue 24
Copyright © 1999 by Gary Morris
ACCESS:
These DVDs (or their slightly grainier VHS counterparts) can be purchased at finer DVD emporia for a mere $29.95 each ($19.95 for VHS) fully the disembark. Discontinuance gone away from Image's website at
http://www.image-entertainment.com
in return further info.
MORE MORRISSEY:
Slapstick Realist: The Cinema of Paul Morrissey