The life of the radical feminist Valerie Solanas at the time of her acquaintance with Andy Warhol recreates the high point of the late-sixties ‘Factory’.
When Valerie Solanas meets Andy Warhol in 1966,she pays – or, rather, doesn't pay – her rent by begging, prostitution and selling her S.C.U.M. Manifesto for the Society for Cutting Up Men, whose only member is Solanas herself. For Warhol, she writes the manuscript of a stage play called Up Your Ass, hoping tobe recognised by the hip artists' clique arouond Warhol. However, the script is too radical for the Warol Factory: pornographic gives way to lavatorial language and her ideas for the (partial) destruction of the ‘male race’ do not meet with the total acceptance. However, Solanas does succeed in entering this select group, appearing in one of Warhol's films (I, a Man) and finding a publisher, Maurice Girodias, who promises her a contract – and pulls a fast one on her. At the Factory, interest in her wanes, she is alone her fury, and is shunned as a person and as a woman by Warhol's sharp-tongued entourage. When she is humiliated as a guest on the Alan Burke Show, Solanas begins to succumb to paranoia. In the unshakeable belief that Warhol is behind all of her miseries, she goes to him and his artist friends, and pulls a .32 Baretta automatic...
In all this recreation of the late sixties, Harron is unfortunately led astray by the comic aspect of past periods from a present point of view, as seen in such films as Forrest Gump, The Brady Bunch Movie and Mr. Holland's Opus. The unsympathetic characterisation of Solanas' contemporaries could be very revealing, but is only partly used to draw conclusions about the feminist. Even Solanas herself remains inaccessible to the audience as the protagonist for long periods. Right at the start of the film, the audience is regaled with the deed, an excerpt from her work, which uses crude language, and the demand for the elimination of men. This is done with no attempt to question or reveal the growing sense of revulsion in the audience. It is precisely the continuing revelation of Solanas' man-murdering thoughts which limits the radical nature of the feminist to violent tendencies, emphasised by the paramilitary exercises in the Motherfucker commune – which is, of course, made fun of.
What is missing is the depiction of structural violence against women. The only reference to this point is the hasty speech by a woman who is basically ‘mentally confused’, and which leaves no impression on the audience. Solanas' experiences of prostitution and incest with her father are so sketchily depicted, that they could feed the cliché of the lesbian-by-choice but not anymore a possible truth. Other experiences are completely non-existant. Near the end of the film, Solanas becomes paranoid. All too clear the film is lacking an attitude that you don't have a mind, if you cannot lose it over certain situations, as we can see in the Austrian film Der Kopf des Mohren by Paulus Manker, which deals with a different topic. And there is certainly no danger, or chance, of the audience going mad, as they probably will in Allie Light's documentary, Dialogues With Madwomen. One leaves the cinema not sharing Valerie Solanas' anger – a state of affairs unworthy of the author of the now classic feminist S.C.U.M. Manifesto, only partly put right by the forceful Lily Taylor.
ki, Milano – Berlin
copyright: Queer View 1996
Shown during the:
26th International Film Festival Rotterdam 1997
Some similarities to Alan Lambert, subject of Finished.