FLAMING CREATURES

Forget everything you might have heard about the late Jack Smith’s legendary bisexual, orgiastic, superlow-budget, experimental 1963 masterpiece – a lot more is going on here, artistically and otherwise, than either Jonas Mekas or Susan Sontag has ever suggested. This jubilant, celebratory 45-minute film holds up amazingly well; despite its notoriety and censorhip during the 1960s, it’s more than just an orgy of nude and seminude bodies – male, female, and transvestite. The camera and even the cheap, hothouse décor ­participate in the joyful free-for-all, ­suggesting both the privacy of a Josef von Sternberg wet dream and the collective force of a delirious apocalypse. But the simplest way to describe it is to call it a vision.
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This film is screened together with <filmlink id=\"3120\">Idiocracy</filmlink>.