Vinyl 1965 film by Andy Warhol, based off of Anthony Burgess' novel A Clockwork Orange.

It was my first Andy Warhol film, so I didn't know what to expect. Never been a fan of his pop art, and it turns out his films seem to be just as mundane and unappealing to me.

At one hour long, it was pretty painful to sit though, but I endured. Just so you have an idea of what Andy Warhol films are like, his 6 hour long film, Sleep chronicles one man's night of sleep. Sound interesting? Well, it is nothing more than a camera watching someone sleep. Another well known film of his, Blow Job spends thirty minutes focused on the face of a man getting a, you guessed it, blow job.

So, long story short, Vinyl, which was filmed in one take, on a single set, with actors apparently chosen on the spot for their wilingness rather than their talent, was really, really, really, really awful. But what is to be expected from the man who used to "paint" using urine?