A burnt-out model (Edie Sedgwick) reminisces about her days as a celebrity in the sixties.
The movie equivalent of a drug-induced haze, this was put together from an unfinished film from 1967 and padded out with scenes of Edie in 1970. She lounges around an empty swimming pool, drinking vodka and showing her silicone tits while she tells her life story to a dim, flying saucer-loving Texan who has picked her up on the road.
Of course, Edie is what makes this film interesting despite itself, as she died not long after her final scenes were filmed. A top model of the sixties, and one of Andy Warhol's Superstars (not in the Brian Jacks sense), she was falling to pieces by 1970. You get the impression not much acting is involved in her slurred words and blank stare.
It all adds up to uncomfortable viewing, more so because you're not sure whether the film makers were upset by her death, or saw it as a great gimmick to cash in on. For what it's worth, the '67 film looks pretty confusing. Also with: Allen Ginsberg starkers. And, the man himself, Mr Warhol.
