Beauty No.2 reminds me of being in love. If I remembered the last time that I was in love and then decided to talk about it, depending on my mood, I could pretty much describe it in two ways; amazing and f**cked up. Warhol and Wein (among others) both saw something in Sedgewick that provoked feelings like love, amazement, and violence. Beauty No.2 is a collaboration between these people that show all three antagonists in brilliant form.
Sedgwick holds her own to Weins often pompous monologues/observations and co-star's obvious attempts for attention. Sedgwick can appear to be both, naive and intellectual. Gino is just a stand-by that looks beautiful in underwear, and Wein is a stupid smart-ass. Warhol is there to show and "produce" this work between the lovers. Gerard Malanga comes in to whisper something halfway during the film but, is not shown on camera.
Like most of Warhol's films it is both beautiful and boring. Sedgwick is in a swim suit, smoking furiously through the film and paying, excuse me Chuck, "giving" most of her attention to Wein. Wein is off camera and instigating/co-directing the actress. Piserchio, well...sits there and looks pretty. It's also both intriguing and embarrassing to watch his calculated attempt to try to sleep with Sedgwick, resulting in a hilarious and sexy second half of the film.
Warhol's name is said in the "credits" at the beginning of the reel and from that moment forward, you feel like you are placed in the artists' shoes; a bored voyeur. Clearly, an experience worth seeing at least once for it's artistic, contemporary, and historical value on love and beauty. A lasting impression was made on me for it's sheer effort and passive nature.
Sedgwick holds her own to Weins often pompous monologues/observations and co-star's obvious attempts for attention. Sedgwick can appear to be both, naive and intellectual. Gino is just a stand-by that looks beautiful in underwear, and Wein is a stupid smart-ass. Warhol is there to show and "produce" this work between the lovers. Gerard Malanga comes in to whisper something halfway during the film but, is not shown on camera.
Like most of Warhol's films it is both beautiful and boring. Sedgwick is in a swim suit, smoking furiously through the film and paying, excuse me Chuck, "giving" most of her attention to Wein. Wein is off camera and instigating/co-directing the actress. Piserchio, well...sits there and looks pretty. It's also both intriguing and embarrassing to watch his calculated attempt to try to sleep with Sedgwick, resulting in a hilarious and sexy second half of the film.
Warhol's name is said in the "credits" at the beginning of the reel and from that moment forward, you feel like you are placed in the artists' shoes; a bored voyeur. Clearly, an experience worth seeing at least once for it's artistic, contemporary, and historical value on love and beauty. A lasting impression was made on me for it's sheer effort and passive nature.
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