Technically a very well done movie, this is the true story of Edie Sedgewick, one of the people closest to and most supportive of Andy Warhol in the 70s, and the glamorous lifestyle they and the others connected with The Factory (Andy’s film studio / home / clan gathering place) lived.
An extraordinarily ugly movie in many ways – full of soul death and finally pitiful sadness. The beginning is fun, shocking, entertaining by turns – all good things for a movie to be. Then the degeneration sets in – or maybe we just didn’t see it before.
The bright spot in the middle is Edie’s timeout with Bob Dylan – not called that here. For a few scenes and a short time, she is real, knows something of who she is, has boundaries and edges that make her a real human being.
Then she slips back into being whatever the nearest person wants her to be, and finally has no shape at all.
The movie shows us in many ways the perfect path to disintegration – a great ‘don’t do this’ film.