Pent–up–in–the–Bronx is one way to describe George Kuchar's lust–laden lunacy, circa the mid–sixties. Swooning in the swollen bowels of Hollywood cinema, Kuchar's B&W bonanzas of repressed libido just reek of movie relics, most obvious being the glorious soundtracks in which he throws in everything but the kitschy sink. Color Me Shameless (36 mins), starring the ever–taciturn Bob Cowan, follows the id–filled antics of a cloddish bohemian who can neither paint nor pant. Kuchar exclaims: "The production becomes a frozen, brittle enema bag that slowly thaws and can only be appreciated along channels previously blocked by organic reality." Look for the wonderful walk–ons by Edie Sedgewick and Charlotte Moorman. Corruption of the Damned (56 mins), shown in PFA's preservation print, is a picaresque journey undertaken by two brothers, one of them a lean and preened Mike Kuchar. Meaty gals and beefy guys are strewn about in an atmosphere of charged yearning. It's 100% hipsters hungover on hormones.