Tomando el barroquismo kitsch de W.Schroter y la fascinación por el cuerpo devenido objeto de K.Anger, James Bidgood reconstruye el mito del narciso desde un perspectiva salpicada de brillantina queer. La obsesión por la figura masculina se representa en una serie de secuencias siempre deliradas de artificiosa sensualidad, donde lo plástico y lo físico se unen en una circulación activa del deseo que estalla en color.
Bet you can't eat just one! Taste it! Taste it! Get'em while you're HOT!, invites you the neon city lights. Once you accepted this erotic fantasy journey, there's no coming back. Pink Narcissus is an inevitable one-hour boner, a mindblowing trip and one of the highlights in gay cinema. Psychedelic poetry.
The fact this was considered pornography when it was first released, brings so much joy to my life! The image of gay teens hitching rides up to New York to see the screening to what is basically a gay David Lynch film is something to bring to my mind on sad rainy days! Though, I do love the rain.
It cannot complete sustain itself at 71 minutes, but this was far more rewarding on the second viewing, '[h]ighly coloured erotic fantasia' to borrow a term from one of the previous posts on this page, one that is sensual and (almost) always engaging.
Prick tease. Highly coloured erotic fantasia, a kind of Tom of Finland in the Arabian Nights. A marvel of limited means and for the most part visually engaging, although the repeated preening of the protagonist quickly becomes wearing.
It's like 'Female Vampire', albeit synthesized with an element of light psychological odyssey. 'Pink Narcissus' is essentially a parade of sexually evocative set pieces centered around a narcissist who abstractly gives himself to nature, and gains perspective on the temporal nature of his own youth and beauty. As others have mentioned, I don't think this needed to be an hour long, but the experience is worthwhile.