A portrait of a pioneer who likely would have had an illustrious career, taken too soon. Not a Warhol fan (his aloofness towards his privilege is frustrating, i.e. "oops, I just stumbled into getting a Whitney exhibition") but I do love how he defers to Candy to answer for him. Friend Jeremiah Newman lovingly preserves Candy's legacy, saving her diaries etc. from her mother who wanted to hide Candy's existence.
Tragic and glamorous. Candy's life was full of dichotomies concerning both her private life and public image. Her personality was well crafted but also absent as she struggled with individuality and acceptance. She's portrayed beautifully in this film: a bright flame that burned out too fast.
The archive footage was cool & the subject matter was interesting. I wasn't too familiar with Candy Darling so I assume I got more out of this documentary than an actual fan would. Skates the line between tragic & well, fabulous, falling into both sides often. Some of the interview subjects & their sometimes conflicting stories cracked me up. This didn't exactly inspire to check out Darling's work but I enjoyed it.
I'm so happy that there was a gorgeous movie star named Candy Darling who wrote a diary which was partially recorded (voice by Chloë Sevigny) in this James Rasin doc. The film felt intimate, personal, with a monumentally sad denouement. For a fan, and who wouldn't be a fan?--it rewinds a time, place and artistic gender spirit of the fabulous.
"I will not cease to be myself for foolish people. For foolish people make harsh judgements on me. You must always be yourself no matter what the price. It is the highest form of morality." - Candy. 3.5 stars
(4.5 stars) I really had ZERO idea of Candy Darling's existence before this film. So this film was a COMPLETE and WONDERFUL surprise. It's UTTERLY FASCINATING. The filmmakers are careful to let the people in Candy's life tell the story and edit it all together quite perfectly. An absolutely intriguing story that is told with bold clarity and a loving touch that is apparent throughout every frame of the picture.
A melancholic account of a pretty pathetic attention whore. There's bravery in what she did back in the sixties, but she was really nothing more than a naive muse. One more face in the portrait gallery of young, queer New Yorkers trying to seem interesting.