Flaming Creatures

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Seeing dicks on screen means one of two things: pornography or art. The former is obvious, the latter not so much. It's art because it's not crude, it's art because it's edgy and unusual (in the US): 'Oh! Look: A dick!' Or maybe it's neither...

Being openly gay in the 60s doesn't mean you have to subject me to your home movie. Critics say it's funny, hilarious, original. No. It's just boring. Critics have to say these things, otherwise they'll be classified as homophobes and/or morons.

Badly filmed, poorly lit, badly acted. That's not art, that's a home movie. So: again: being openly gay in the 60s doesn't make you cool, it doesn't instantly turn you into a director. This film proves it.
I'm glad you're proud of who you are, I'm glad you got good friends who like to sing and dance. It doesn't mean that you're talented.

And don't even get me started on Ken Jacobs.