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Pink Narcicuss is piece of self indulgent cinematography, but then again with that title what else could be expected? No dialogue and with a score that juxtaposes classical music extracts with synthesized sounds this film portrays a beautiful young man, in various states of undress, as he explores and lives out his inner fantasies from the crude to the exotic. This video will appeal to all lovers of the male body and those with a panchaunt for the bizarre and erotic. This is not a porn film, the actors are part of a dream-like tablueax of linked scenes from the supposed mind and experience of the central character who is obsessed with his own beauty. Now almost thirty years this is a true classic of the alternative cinema genre. Question…what ever became of the guy who played the central character? Don’t expect perfect picture quality the film has been edited from the original shoot using what remains of the first print.
Rating: 5 / 5
The Body. Desire. Dressed. Undressed. But always covered in its central heart with some belt, some veil, a butterfly, or just an angle of the camera. Power supposedly male, masculine, phallic with toreros, bullfights, motorcycles, some kind of master-slave relation that turns into pure sexual slavery. With the Romans, show me your goods and let me be brutal, probably with death at the end. Arabian with many veils, seven or more, dances, pearls and jewels. The Sultan watching, desiring, assessing. It is all pictorial titillation and substitutive contacts with the aforesaid pearls and other objects, veiled at the least even if only in a French letter. Then we can move to the modern bordello, the red light district, quite more explicit and so much explicit that it becomes sickeningly fascinating. The elements, storm, thunder, lightning, rain, day and night are used as representations of desire and satisfaction, pleasure and ecstasy. That Narcissus finds the sex he wants in Baroque choral music and leaves in the shape of penises. His sexual satisfaction is purely mental, inside his soul, substitutive of explicit physical contact. Narcissus finally makes it up into a frontal view revealing himself completely, walking through wind, leaves, litter and multifarious ever changing colors to what appears his goal: the coat hanger of the beginning. The eye can merge with the light. He is back in the bordello area, in his bed, in his pants that he can take off to sleep in front of his mirror and dream of a bowler-hatted, overcoated, umbrellaed, city banking sugar grand daddy who can enter since he has the key but his face is revealed then as that of our Narcissus, dreaming of meeting his only love affair and desired human being, himself. He blows and breaks the mirror. The image disappears and kind of turns into a spider web in nature with a caterpillar crawling along a branch. We are back where we started, minus the moon. “I’ve grown so lonesome thinking of you.” And when that you is yourself, the lonesome feeling is even more self contained if not self-imprisoned.
Dr Jacques COULARDEAU, University Paris 1 Pantheon Sorbonne, University Versailles Saint Quentin en Yvelines, CEGID
Rating: 5 / 5
This film is amazingly beautiful and just gets better with every viewing, so much attention to detail in terms of sets and costumes. The book on James Bidgood by Taschen describes how it was made and the process is fascinating – it was filmed over a period of about 7 years with each separate scene shot in Bidgood’s apartment, which was periodically redecorated with his insane handmade sets (including fake urinals and trees). At one point it was even flooded to film the bubble-bath scene (though that one always seemed a but strange to me since they use a much older actor to briefly play the main character as Bobby Kendall apparently wasn’t around, and it looks a bit silly. But anyhow).
The one qualm I have is I think the BFI should have also included the 2000 documentary ‘The Queer Reveries of James Bidgood’, which screened with some festival showings of Pink Narcissus and is included on the French DVD release (by BQHL). The interview on the new DVD should be interesting though, Bidgood coming further out of the woodwork. Anyway, small issues surrounding what promises to be an essential product, so buy buy buy!
xx
Rating: 5 / 5
The DVD (unless there is a digitally ‘cleaned up’ version) really shows the fact that some of it was shot on 8mm film rather than some massive cinemascope camera, this though is part of its charm. It is a surreal fantasy and the work of one man, James Bidgood. Originally he refused to have his name on the credits after a fall out with the distributor and his identity as author and creator was not known for years.
What is truly remarkable is that he created the sets and filmed it in his apartment. The sets were created from materials he collected on his day jobs as photographer and designer.
Also, it took seven years to create, when you see the complexity of the fantasy sets and know that it was done ‘after work’ you can understand why.
Its main attraction is Bobby Kendall who pouts and flouts his way through the scenes in a wonderful way.
Just sit back and enjoy a real fantasy world.
Rating: 5 / 5
Sometimes silly, sometimes boring (but then perhaps as I am not a Gay Man I will always feel a little distant from films like this)but always astonishingly beautiful, humorous and other worldly.
A young man dreams of his one true love – himself – in a series of sexual fantasies only to finally return (always return) to his own body, his own beauty and physicality.
This film is in love with nature, sex, the body, colour, youth – in short all the things that matter. I waited a long time to see this and it was worth the wait.
Rating: 4 / 5