Edie Sedgwick definitely had star quality. She is absolutely dazzling in this movie. I wish I had a video copy of this movie so I could watch it over and over.
It's a pity that Edie didn't get a chance to be in any real movies. The silly artsy aspects of this movie are just annoying. The profile shots of Edie on the TV behind her are just stupid and distracting. Having two versions of her, one semi-audible, and one inaudible, is stupid and annoying. Having her being only, at best, semi-audible was irritating. Not being able to hear the comments she was responding to was a pain in the butt. And so on.
But the worst thing about this movie, or rather, the hardest thing to take, is the horrendous mercurial flow of different emotions running across Edie's sweet little face. It was like she was possessed by demons. It also looked as if she felt like she was a helpless little monkey trapped in a cage and that cruel, idle people were poking her through the bars with sharp sticks just to watch her jump. The hardest facial expressions to take are when a look of abject horror, hopelessness and fear crosses her face. Obviously much of what was tormenting her was the drugs, and among them, amphetamines were the chief culprit. One can't help but wonder what kind of life she could have had if she hadn't fallen in with the Warhol crowd.
All in all, this was a beautiful and touching testament to a sweet little angel who was callously crushed under the wheel of NYC hipness and coolness.