My Hustler

The first sequence is considerably the better of the two. The middle-aged queen who owns the house on Fire Island is fairly entertaining. People like him were still around ten years after the movie was made. Indeed: The whole thing is very prescient. (Not that this is a surprise with Andy Warhol.) There have been numerous plays, movies, and television shows with plots that are cleaned-up versions of this part of the film: The older man, his paid-for date, the jealous neighbor, the female neighbor who wants to get in on the action.

The premise is brilliant, too: As we hear the primary characters in dialog, what we actually see is the young man he's renting lying on the beach, whittling. The waves, the whittling ... It's not anywhere as long as some of Warhol's other movies but it's focused on a simple task, repeated.

The second part is about the guy and the neighbor. They are in the bathroom. It's kind of like soft-core porn. I see less of Warhol's art here. And it's less entertaining.