The highlights of a 12-hour interview with Aaron Payne, alias Jason Holliday, a former houseboy, would-be cabaret performer, and self-proclaimed hustler who, while drinking and smoking ... See full summary »
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André S. Labarthe
Mekas leads an archival avant-garde, a fast-paced parade of 160 underground film people he captured on film over four decades, described as, "160 portraits or rather appearances, sketches ... See full summary »
A horrid piece of sh*t. While I have nothing against the abstract and the avant-garde, I'm not a fan of directors with a complete and utter lack of talent. The fact that one is acquainted with great artists does not make one a great artist. This is a perfect example of that. Mekas can shoot as many scenes of Brakhage, Conrad and Warhol as he wants, but his work still lacks all the depth and meaning of theirs. It's not even aesthetically pleasing. The fact that he was this void of talent at The age of 37 amazes me. If Mekas insists on keeping a diary he can keep it to himself. No one deserves to watch three hours of this garbage. Plenty of celebrity cameos. Absolutely no substance.
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