"How Factory Girl Insults Andy Warhol"

Jim Lewis, one of my favorite writers and human beings, writes a review of Factory Girl in Slate. A snippet:

Edie… seems to fall in love with [“The Musician”] and so, alas, do the filmmakers, who concoct a brief and improbable moment of wholesomeness for the two of them. They ride the Musician’s motorcycle upstate; he ditches it in a lake to show how little he cares for the toys his wealth has brought him; they talk about her childhood; they make love, in front of a fireplace, no less; and then Edie goes horseback riding.
All of this would be silly enough; what makes it disgusting is a brief cutaway, lasting about nine seconds, showing Warhol sitting all alone in his vast, cold studio, rapturously watching a film of Sedgwick that he’s projecting on the wall. The movie cuts back to Sedgwick and the Musician romping, and I realized at once that I wasn’t watching a film about Andy and Edie at all; I was watching an allegory of the Evil Fag, who battles with the Good Man for the soul of the Lost Girl. The Evil Fag, you see, is simply a failed heterosexual, frustrated and rancorous; the Lost Girl is well-meaning but confused; and the Good Man does his best to set her straight.

Please read the review. I’m still shaking after reading its final paragraph.

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