i don’t know quite how to describe this other than 8 minutes movie of St. Rev. Jen and her elf panties. she exercises, reads Tolkien, drinks Budweiser and belches, and changes her elf panties several times, all while providing gently eccentric narration that broadens our understanding of the everyday life of a real art star.
New York in the late 70s: the arch, anti-establishment energy of CBGBs punk spreads like a virus through the East Village art scene, with hipsters as likely to pick up a cheap Super-8 camera as a guitar or saxophone. A number of eager collaborations between filmmakers, musicians and performance artists are spawned, and a scene tagged No Wave evolves, with the likes of Jim Jarmu...