Edo Bertoglio was a photographer and New York loft-dweller involved in the court of Andy Warhol during the late Seventies and early Eighties.
Twenty-odd years later, he returns to the city to find out what's become of the old gang, and a very sorry tale it makes. Many of the "scenemakers" from back then are either dead or else recovering from drug addiction, and Bertoglio's home-movie style of shooting does none of them any favours.
Contemporary footage of various pseuds, wannabe artists and hangers-on fails to establish what made any of them interesting in the first place, and if you don't revere the cult of Warhol, the entire project looks quite pointless. It's like a gigantic black hole of nostalgia: various people chime in with anecdotes, reminisce for a while about their creative ambitions, then slide into a mood of wistful regret. Almost nothing ventured, absolutely nothing gained.
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