But what about *HIS* Smell?
Egotistical, carnivalesque, convoluted, repulsive, but also a grand self-reflective tragicomedy. Repressed queerness sparks this liquor-soused barnburner into a rather surprising self-portrait of a crazed artist. Feels like fate that it came to the screen the way it did, an absurd mess obsessively re-assembled after 40 years in a way he may well have despised. Some will hate that; I kind of love it.