Paul America, Joseph Campbell, Genevieve Charbon,
Warhol’s brilliantly bitchy masterpiece of voyeurism, desire, and boredom unfolds on a lazy afternoon on Fire Island, where a threesome of libertines competes for the attentions of a buff, dipped-blonde “Dial-a-Hustler.” Middle-aged “Queen Ed” plays resigned beach house host for a boozy impromptu gathering of his lithe neighbor Genevieve and the “Sugar Plum Fairy,” a storied hustler in his own right, who interrupt his plans for Paul America’s naive hunk out sunbathing on the sand. Perhaps Warhol’s most explicitly entertaining and accessible film work, My Hustler casts a sharp eye on gender, sexuality, and the commodification of desire while passing as lightly as a summer divertissement.
James Broughton, United States, 1974
A gentle, humanist fever dream by way of an elliptical visual poem.
José Rodriguez Soltero, United States, 1965
Jerovi Sanzón Carrasco
An erotic retelling of the Narcissus myth, shot in San Francisco.
Curt McDowell, United States, 1972
In Confessions, McDowell discloses his carnal sins to his parents.