“Why are they Warhol films, you stupid son of a bitch?” This is how filmmaker Paul Morrissey responded to a question about his so-called “Warhol films” in an interview last year, adding: “I produced it, I wrote it, I casted it, I edited it, I photographed it. I did everything!”
Unfortunately, their origins in the ‘60s Factory scene means Morrissey’s films are forever doomed to be sold with “Andy Warhol’s...” before their titles. Like a B-grade movie monster, the Warhol brand absorbs everything it touches.
The Astor is featuring two nights of Morrissey films: the controversial classics Flesh (1968) and Heat (1972), and horror spoofs Flesh for Frankenstein (1973) and Blood for Dracula (1974). See them and give Morrissey his own 15 minutes.