Probably the best of the Andy Warhol-Paul Morrissey desultory comedies (1970), with Joe Dallesandro as an impotent stud and Holly Woodlawn as his oblivious confidant. Morrissey's slow, slow direction and the druggy, schizoid stare of his camera represent the height of noninvolvement, yet the effect is curiously intimate. The humor is that of total paralysis—of being overwhelmed by the petty demands of daily existence and not really giving a damn. The 60s end here. 109 min.