Very
odd (even for director Paul Morrissey) film set in Los Angeles following the
adventures of a masochistic East German refugee named Lutz (Patrick Shoene) who
swims ashore and immediately gets mixed up in the L.A. underground, especially
its burgeoning punk scene. Lutz marvels
at these peoples’ tales of life in America, which seems to be dominated by fast
food, swap meets and general apathy.
It’s a theme and premise that Morrissey was preoccupied with throughout
his career – from Flesh (1968) to Spike of Bensonhurst (1988), where
good-looking layabouts are poked and prodded into eventually arriving at some
sort of feeling about life. The
production values appear even more meager than in Morrissey’s earliest films
for Andy Warhol, though it’s hard to imagine that the budget could actually be
less. But this rawness is also the
film’s charm – and along with a completely unknown and unprofessional cast –
creates the unique and squalid atmosphere that Morrissey was after.
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