Factory Girl
Edie Sedgwick is a sad story about the weird Warhol thing, which continues to dominate the art arena as his paintings and work fetch high prices. The film is good, Sienna is excellent, Guy Pierce plays an excellent Warhol, Hayden Christianson plays an excellent Dylan, which surprises as I’m not a fan of this actor. His role here feels like Sandra Bullock’s excellent role as Harper Lee in the Capote film Infamous; never a fan of either they both fall into their characters and I forget who the actors are. I’ve never been inspired by the shelf life of Warhol. He is important but his work comes off like big hair bands to me… he reads like a stage prop. The Factory is exposed for what it is, and you get it or you don’t. I’m not much of a glam fan so I don’t care about The Factory much, I feel like Dylan talks when he refers flippantly to painted Brillo Boxes. The film is very depressing and I have trouble sympathizing with characters bent on self-destruction. This is so BORING, as the Sedgwick character would have said early in her experiences at the Factory. But the film has it’s star appeal and although I don’t care to play I’ll take a look from the sidelines, mainly at how thin a living this existence comes off in its lack of resonance… Warhol in all his media wisdom dates himself and never thinks of resonance, which is more my cup of tea. A lot of old art is steaming hot today and I see Warhol’s work as a time capsule like his time capsule boxes… iconic of an age, prescient in their delivery, execution and promotion, and stale. Warhol in terms of timelessness never thought outside of the box.
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