How simultaneously wonderful and awful to be a muse! For Andy Warhol's prize protege Edie Sedgwick, it was wonderful for capturing the reckless beauty of her youth. But it was awful when she found she was a muse and nothing but a muse at a time when she needed true friends and people who might draw out her talent as well as her personality.
Set largely in "the Factory," the headquarters for Warhol's Pop Art explosion, Factory Girl should be a bummer because it's almost all falling action. But it fills you with scintillating questions, not just grief. Edie forsakes her art studies in Cambridge, Mass., and enters the glam-grunge world of New York in the mid-'60s. She finds fame, if not fortune, at Warhol's Factory, when he moves from raiding the pop iconography of Brillo boxes and Campbell's Soup cans to motion pictures with very little motion. She ends up starring in a series of groundbreaking underground movies that mingle casual put-ons with unrehearsed truth, sexual sensationalism and boredom.