Lacking a formal narrative, Warhol's art house classic follows various residents of the Chelsea Hotel in 1966 New York City, presented in a split screen with a single audio track in conjunction with one side of screen.
It looks like Andy Warhol and pals are just joking around having a good time, riffing on the idea of Tarzan and Jane in Hollywood (and in Tarzana, California -- which was named after Tarzan). Some scenes are endless and some are in poor taste. But amidst the mess are some amazingly beautiful images, some very brilliant transitions, great use of sound (not sync) and a lot of witty, funny moments. At the screening I went to (at the American Cinematheque), a lot of people walked out -- I think that's because there's no audience used to experimental films any more. I found the whole thing fascinating and fun, even if it was occasionally infuriating because there's way too much footage of Taylor Mead's butt. Worth seeing but be prepared for something you haven't experienced before.
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