In all its unfinished and barely audible mess, this almost comes off as a documentary of the off-off-Broadway scene that spawned Andy Milligan. It helps if you've seen enough Milligan to recognize most of the players; Maggie Rogers as a German actress is more lively here than in any other existing performance, which makes me want to build a time travel machine to see her appearance in The Maids even more. Bathing and blood replacement are yet further exhibits in…
I first saw this movie a few days after I turned sixteen. It was my first favorite movie, but it wasn't (just) the T&A that left an impression. This was the first time I noticed a film's production values, the first time I was blown away by a movie's skewed camera angles and rapid-fire editing. Meyer's insistence on playing Roger Ebert's script with a straight face put me off the smug, knowing tones of deliberate camp for life. I still don't understand when people respond to BVD as if its meant to be taken seriously, but I guess that confirms Meyer knew what he was doing.