Comments on: Andy Warhol’s Screen Tests – They Had Faces Then

By: Peecat

Peecat — Fri, 01 May 2009 19:18:38 +0000

I’ve enjoyed what few Warhol films I’ve been able to see over the years. I’m hoping the Warhol Foundation gets around to restoring his films and finally releasing them all on DVD.

By: morlockjeff

morlockjeff — Wed, 29 Apr 2009 13:19:37 +0000

Damnit! I knew that. Why did my fingers type Murphy instead? Yes, Britta Phillips is the right name which I’ve correctly above. Thanks Andy.

By: Andy

Andy — Wed, 29 Apr 2009 09:20:51 +0000

Nice review. Thanks. But Britta’s surname is ‘Phillips’ not ‘Murphy’

By: A Head Full of Wishes » Blog Archive » 13 Most Beautiful DVD review on the TCM blog

Wed, 29 Apr 2009 09:20:19 +0000

[...] a nice in depth review of “13 Most Beautiful” over at Movie Morlocks the official TCM movies blog. Although they sadly failed to get Britta’s name right… Wareham and Murphy [sic] are, [...]

By: Suzi Doll

Suzi Doll — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 22:21:22 +0000

I have always lacked the patience for Warhol’s films, though I did watch about 15 minutes of EMPIRE when it was part of an exhibit at the MCA in Chicago. Oddly, the more I watched, the less I got out of it.I always felt the art to his films was conceptual and therefore “in the making” rather than “in the watching.”

But, there is something different about these screen tests. I like Woronov’s explanation about image, though I am not sure if you could apply it to Golden Age movie stars who stayed within the confines of their image for hours in public appearances.

By: Richard Harland Smith

Richard Harland Smith — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 21:37:48 +0000

The story of Freddy Herko reminds me of the Beat Generation guy who was decapitated by either sticking his head out of a moving subway train or trying to go out the window of a downtown life just as the subway train was rocketing by on the elevated track. The story differs from biography to biography but it’s interesting how both the Beats and the Factory had the same differing trajectories of fate. Some became rich, some got famous but stayed poor, others faded into obscurity and a select few burned brightly and burned out within a couple of years. Having put in my own Bohemian years in New York, these stories have an appeal to me, morbid though it may be. I guess I can just relate. Twenty years after the heyday of the Factory, my own circle of friends and associates hit the streets of Manhattan. We starved, we paid the rent with terrible jobs, we did our art when we could; some of us became very famous, some quit, some died and some, like me, are still doing what we did then, albeit for maybe a little more money.