I'm a fan, no quote marks necessary. He's experimental, gay, a pioneer bending narrative and amping up sex, decadence, independence. There's nothing like Fireworks from 1947. To make the movie, teenage Anger invited sailors to his home while his parents were out of town. Or Scorpio Rising's celebration of biker culture and Motown, and death. Or Luficer Rising, shot at the pyramids of Giza with Marianne Faithfull: [
www.theguardian.com] . Or his book Hollywood Babylon, which shone a light onto the least savory corners of the industry. Scorsese praised him. Jean Cocteau praised him. He's a fascinating '60s figure, quite full of himself but somehow managing to be at the center of so much. His boyfriend was Bobby Beausoleil, and Anger claims to have put a curse on Bobby which lead him to the Mansons. Mick. Marianne. Jimmy Page.
There's so much self-mythologizing, it's engrossing and larger-than-life. Sadly, he's disappeared from public life for the last few years. An assistant is said to have been taking care of him, but friends apparently don't know his whereabouts. He's somewhere in LA, an isolated Satanist and one of the last devotees of Hollywood's golden age. His debut was in a silent film adaptation of Midsummer Night's Dream in 1935, or so he claimed...