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The work of artist and photographer James Bidgood, Pink Narcissus is a breathtaking and outrageous erotic poem focusing on the daydreams of a beautiful boy prostitute who, from the seclusion of his ultra-kitsch apartment, conceives a series of interlinked narcissistic fantasies populated by matadors, dancing boys, slaves and leather-clad bikers.
Director: James Bidgood (as Anonymous).
Writer: James Bidgood (as Anonymous).
Stars: Bobby Kendall, Don Brooks, Charles Ludlam.
Composers: Gary Coch, Martin Jay Sadoff.
Cinematographer: James Bidgood (uncredited).
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RIP James Bidgood (1933-2022)
It’s interesting that nobody has commented yet. This is a very strange movie. I have no interest in the male rear end, and there seemed to be a lot of that here. What I definitely am interested in is full-frontal male nudity. For a good portion of thiis movie there was always either a thin fabric covering the male organ, or cloth that was placed in a very teasing way. Finally in the latter half of the movie we started to see some very nice scenes of the naked male body, which I liked very much. Most of the music was much to my liking also. This was a good addition to your collection.
Those are my sentiments exactly. Still, it’s 1971. The LGBTQ community wasn’t as “exposed” back then as it is now. Take TLA Releasing for one example. I enjoyed this movie both for what it was and wasn’t.
I saw the restored “Pink Narcissus” and posted this review on Letterboxd.
There’s outsider art, produced by artists outside the mainstream. “Pink Narcissus” is Outsider Cinema. James Bidgood, a still photographer who specialized in athletic models against lush backdrops inspired by 1930s movies, had an idea for a film that would immortalize his muse, Bobby Kendall. Unfortunately, he didn’t have money for sets, costumes, a cast, or a cinematographer. He also didn’t have a script. In true outsider fashion, he went right ahead and made his movie anyway. Unfortunately, he quarreled with the producer, lost control of the print, and had his name taken off the film. The producer/distributor went out of business and the “Pink Narcissus” was effectively lost for years.
“Pink Narcissus” has fans and devotees—John Waters, for one—and it certainly has a “look,” but like all experimental/avant-garde films it doesn’t have a plot or a point, aside from Bobby Kendall’s beauty. It would be an interesting exercise—to somebody, probably—to edit all of the bits and pieces together that the editor chopped up so that the scenes are coherent. As it is, the film jumps from fantasy to fantasy, cuts to a nightmarish 42nd Street sex bazaar where Kendall meets an older customer, cuts back to Kendall lounging on satin sheets, back to 42nd Street, back to the boudoir, ending up in a downpour where he seems to be making love to some shrubbery. Fade to black, credits, the end.
It was impossible to see “Pink Narcissus” for decades, which made it something like “London After Midnight,” the lost Lon Chaney movie whose appeal lies more in its inaccessibility than its quality. So all of the benefactors who sponsored the restoration deserve to be praised, even though the film has too many slow spots, jarring cuts, and continuity issues to be a satisfying experience. Moreover, despite being a 4K scan, for much of the first third it is out of focus. That is understandable since it comes from 8mm and 16mm prints but it’s distracting. It also cries out for a digital clean-up, though the quality improves as the film continues.
At 65 minutes “Pink Narcissus” is at least 20 minutes too long. Still, for those who like this sort of thing, it won’t be long enough.