I saw this movie as part of a tribute to Nico in October 2008 in Berlin. The tribute itself was held in a theater where former friends of Nico and artists that have been inspired by her, sang her songs or gave a performance. It was a fantastic evening that focused mainly on her music. Her son Ari was in the audience. He was not very eager to come on stage. When I saw him, the only question that went through my mind was: "how many lives has this man been through already?" Two days later I saw the movie. It shows everything except innocence and domesticity. What we see is a little boy that is instrumentalized and reduced to an object of a ruthless artist. Not for a single moment is the boy left in peace by Montez and Warhol. Ari has no possibility to withdraw from the small kitchen where the movie is recorded. He does not speak more than a few words (no wonder, since he is being harassed all the time). During the last 10 minutes of the film, Nico comes back from shopping. She looks beautiful, but is far, far away. She talks nonsense and has no real connection to her child. I found it very hard to watch this film, especially because Ari Boulogne himself was with us in the cinema (a little room with 35 chairs) that night. The movie is very personal and it gives the viewer a sense of the dark valleys that this person has walked through. It was bizar to look at it together with him. What did he think about it? He must have asked himself why people are coming to see this movie. Some visitors found the movie amusing or even hilarious and where and spoke about Nico as a heroin. All I could think of was Ari. Although I have read quite a bit about those days (Warhol, The Factory, Velvet Underground, New York in the 60's and 70's) I found the film shocking. It took away the myth of a complete subculture at once. To see how Warhol consumed people for the sake of his art and his visions was horrifying.
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