A truly powerful film is one on which one cannot accurately assess one's feelings due to the intense influx of emotions experienced throughout viewing it. Flaming Creatures is pure, gleeful kitsch, divisive and incendiary almost 50 years later.
Jack Smith's vision of heaven as a haunted sound stage, where ladies of both sexes can luxuriate in the putting on of their lipstick, a friendly assault brings on an earthquake and the elegant dead dance eternity away. All of his keen understanding of photographic illusion was poured into this vessel. The portraits of his friends are especially telling of how he went about worshiping them.