Why do I feel like it would be more fun to make a Warhol film than watch one? Sitting trough Camp, an experiment, a response to Susan Sontag, a frivilous exercise with occasional moments of fleeting joy, I felt compelled to clap at a few of the performances twinkling before the camera. Others made me want to leave. Over indulgent, as expected, the camp experience felt more like boring torture than a twisted talent show. Complain as I might, I must admit that ‘Baby’ Jane Holzer is sweet to the eye.


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