Shot in slow motion, with tiny bits of stagy lighting that seem to crumble and flake like cookies, Billy Name gives one of his notorious haircuts--and Warhol turns it into a homoerotic performance, a dance of adoration and control, a triangle of looking and keeping-at-bay, that is a slightly dullish but finally essential contribution to Warhol's long project of bringing portraiture technologies to moviemaking.

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