love, the universal melody
So Lisa and I went last night (with a handful of friends) to see The Apple, Menachem Golan's 1980 film, at Sunshine Cinema on Houston St. Oh. My. God. Everyone who's in NYC tonight needs to see it (it's showing for the last time tonight at midnight). Everyone who's in L.A. on May 30 needs to see it at the Egyptian Theater that night (I will actually be in L.A. then, and may try to organize a field trip).
The Apple goes beyond so-bad-it's-good to so-bad-it's-a-luminous-masterpiece. It's a disco-musical variation on the basic theme of Rocky Horror, if you can imagine Rocky Horror starring Fischerspooner and their entourage, as art-directed by Matthew Barney, recast as an allegorical representation of Messaianic Judaism, which seems to have been inspired by exploitation-flick producer Golan (as in Golan & Globus) getting a crate of several thousand triangular holographic glitter stickers that said "BIM" on them and figuring out how to make a movie that would let him use them all. There are... remarkable... production numbers. There are costumes from which my eyes are still recovering. Wow.