(FILM) A
delirious documentary portrait of Jack Smith, the filmmaker/photographer/flaming creature of the 1950s who once wrote, "Film critics are writers and
they are hostile and uneasy in the presence of a visual phenomenon." Which is probably true. So let me just say this: You may think you understand
camp aesthetics. You have read Susan Sontag's essay. But there is no more brilliant, participatory
explication of camp than this film. (
SIFF at Northwest Film Forum,
1515 12th Ave,
324-9996.
9 pm,
$10.)