Nov 18, 2012

My Hustler



Described by the Factory Führer fag Andy Warhol himself as, “the story of an old fag who brings a butch blond hustler to Fire Island for the weekend and his neighbors all try to lure the hustler away,” and dubiously credited to both Warhol and Chuck Wein (Rainbow Bridge) – who acted as Edie Sedgwick’s promoter (inevitably introducing her to Warhol) – My Hustler (1965) is an important film that marked a turning point for the Factory films because, unlike all the of previous films that lingered in plodding plot-less-ness and were generally banal body worship, it actually features a discernible plot, editing, and – relatively speaking – ambitious pan-shots that switch back-and-forth between a gentle giant gigolo on the beach and the backporch of an old bitchy queen’s beach house. What sparked this change in My Hustler and practically all subsequent Factory films in terms of narrative structure and the general mise-en-scène is that Paul Morrissey began to take over virtually all stages of the filmmaking process, including directing, editing, producing, and distributing, even once stating in an interviewing, “whatever directing these films had, came from me.” Centering around a shallow yet stoic novice hustler, My Hustler – with its less than compassionate portrayal of a strikingly statuesque yet superlatively superficial and stupid stud – would also act as practice for Paul Morrisey first ‘official’ feature-length cinematic work Flesh (1968); the inaugural film in his original trilogy (the other two being Trash and Heat), as well as his rarely-seen post-Factory work Forty Deuce (1982) starring a very young and a surpassingly sleazy Kevin Bacon as a hustler/heroin addict. Essentially divided into two separate acts from two different film reels, the first segment of My Hustler – which features actual editing – focuses on the catty ravings of a rich bitch old queer and the equally catty remarks of his female ‘friend’ and his aged ex-streetwalker man servant as they gaze voyeuristically at the blond beast on the beach, and the second – which is comprised of a single shot and is of a more distinctly Warholian flavor – focuses on the handsome hunk as he is gawked at and fawned over like a juicy slab of meat, and is propositioned by the three horny and hysterical human hyenas. Although no day at the beach in terms of aesthetic and storyline, it is still a must-see for Morrissey fans as it shows the filmmaker’s ‘technique’ at its most gritty, primitive, and socio-politically scant form.



Undoubtedly, all of the characters featured in My Hustler are miserable, misanthropic narcissists of the exceedingly egomaniacal sort with Mr. Man Meat himself being the least nauseating, if only due to the fact that he is a novice to the game of a lecherous life of gay prostitution. Unbeknownst to him, blond hustler hunk Paul played by Paul America – who Warhol himself described as, "unbelievably good-looking - like a comic-strip drawing of Mr. America, clean-cut, handsome, very symmetrical. He seemed to be exactly six feet tall and weigh some nice round number" – is being spied on by three scopophiliac degenerates of the dangerously debauched and devising sort. The old queen – a particularly pretentious and pompous odd fellow with a positively unpleasant appearance being bald and blistered – is a master of mental and rhetorical masturbation, which he makes a point of unleashing on his two cohorts and later Paul. The superannuated queer has a right-hand man and virtual sex serf on the surf named Joe (played by Joseph Campbell aka ‘The Sugar-Plum Fairy’) whose job is to wait hand and knees on both his boss and the boss’ lastest acquisition Paul. The third member of the terrible threesome is neighbor Genevieve (Genevieve Charbon) who – being a ferocious fag hag – gets “some kind of perverse psychological enjoyment out of stealing them (twinks) from faggots,” as declared by the old queen. Genevieve is apparently a master at “stealing tricks from hustlers,” which assuredly infuriates the posh poof because not only does she get to sleep with the high dollar twink for free – the same man that the seasoned fag has to pay top dollar for – but she also has the potential of sexually rehabilitating the salesman of his lust for sodomy. Despite stating salaciously that he would love to “run barefoot through all those goldilocks" in regard to Paul, the old queen thinks very little of his bought two-legged beefcake, later remarking that hustlers are, at best, one-dimensional creatures whose only interests are comprised of “leather boots and motorcycles.” Needless to say, the seasoned sodomite is the sort of slave-driving fag-master that abberosexual Aryan auteur Rosa von Praunheim warned about in his curious celluloid manifesto It Is Not the Homosexual Who Is Perverse, But the Society in Which He Lives (1971). In fact, the pushing poof admits “there are black slaves and there are white slaves,” with the young and dashing Europid being the apple of his erection. If one is to learn anything from My Hustler, it is that hustling makes for a humiliating, unstable, and short-lived (and oftentimes life-shortening) occupation, that fag hags make for meager mothers and lifeless lovers, and that ancient queens love to reign supreme over their self-created overripe realms.



I think that most fans of the Trash director will agree that My Hustler makes for a meager Morrissey film, but, nonetheless, it is an interesting excursion in the deconstruction of the 'romantic' gigolo life, thus making the considerably campy cinematic work mandatory viewing for those interested in the history of the so-called ‘Factory’ filmmaker. According to Gerard Malanga – who worked on a number of early Warhol films, including acting in Kiss (1963), Vinyl (1965), and Chelsea Girls (1966); and co-produced Bufferin (1967) – My Hustler (along with Chelsea Girls) was one of the first Factory films to turn a profit, albeit marginal, which is undoubtedly due in part to Paul Morrissey’s artistic involvement with the film. As for all-American hustler Paul America – who was a fullback and defensive linebacker on his high school football team – he only appeared in one more acting role after My Hustler as ‘Paul’ in Ciao! Manhattan (1972); a work featuring fellow “Warhol superstar” Edie Sedgwick in her last acting role before her premature death via barbiturate/alcohol overdose that same year. America lived at the Factory from 1965 to 1968 and to quote odious Warhol superstar Ondine, "Paul America was everybody's lover.... He was the personification of total sexual satisfaction. Without a brain in his head. Just beautifully vapid. He was a wonderful creature. Anybody who wanted anything from Paul could get it. He was there to satisfy. And he did" and according to art curator Henry Geldzahler, by the early 1980s the handsome hunk, "was a wasted creature after they [Warhol's crowd] had finished with him. They finally washed their hands of him and let him float away. He's a poor burned-out thing living in a commune in Indiana and trying to pull himself together." In 1982, Paul America was ran over and killed by a car while on his way to a dental appointment. Needless to say, he never acquired the life of “money, cars, education, travel and beautiful women” that was offered to him by the old queen in My Hustler



-Ty E

5 comments:

jervaise brooke hamster said...

Its such a shame that the life of a potentially great heterosexual geezer like Paul America was completely ruined by faggot scum like Andy Warhol (and all the other hideous and loathsome fairys at the so-called 'factory'), and you still wonder why i hate pansy queer bastards ! ? ! ?.

jervaise brooke hamster said...

I dont know how much longer this Warhol, Fassbinder, pansy, queer, woofter, poofter, fairy, faggot, bull-shit, retrospective is going to go on for, all i know is that Christmas is getting closer and i want to see some reveiws of Christmas horror movie classics on here.

jervaise brooke hamster said...

I could actually forgive fag-hags if they all did what the one in this movie did, namely: Turning pansy queer bastards into rampagingly heterosexual geezers, thats to be applauded.

anarky said...

where can one find a dvd of this film....

Soiled Sinema said...

I don't think you can find it on region 1 dvd (although I believe it was released by the European branch of Rarovideo), but you can find it online on various torrent sites.