The filmmakers have done the impossible: taken the story of Edie Sedgwick, Andy Warhol's muse and the object of underground fascination for Forty YEARS and produced a movie so banal, predictable, and downright boring that the they must be applauded for even releasing it. I would be interested to hear if the screenwriters even read the bible for Edie -- George Plimpton's "Edie" -- that's how spectacularly misguided "Factory Girl" is. This movie makes "Swept Away" look like "The Godfather." Sienna Miller gamely resurrects the type of sex scene that thankfully died in 1975, but I guess these incompetetents must have thought it gave the movie a teeny bit of energy. I was embarrassed for everyone. Guy Pearce does a marvelous Warhol impersonation (not quite as good as David Bowie's in "Basquiat"), but wonderfully fascinating. Unfortunately, the numerous re-shoots the producers demanded reduce Andy Warhol -- ANDY WARHOL -- into an almost uninteresting opportunist. Edie of course lands in rehab and, well, I won't give away the ending, but the New York audience I saw it with roared with laughter and grumbled about the time they had wasted sitting in the theater. My lowest rating, period.
Review of Factory Girl
