(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.)