The Wild World of Lydia Lunch

So, what the heck is the point of this thing? I like Lydia Lunch and this thing made me want to sleep. A lot. Featuring shots of her sitting in bed being grumpy with overdubs of her grumpily speaking grumpy poetry the only thing of note or interest in this film is a very cute dog. Amazingly, for a Nick Zedd film, no harm comes to the dog. Nor to Lydia Lunch.

In fact, nothing happens to, with, for, around, or near young Miss Lunch throughout the 18+ hours of this film. Or so. I think it's about 20 minutes.

At the least, in Right Side of My Brain, aside from the uncomfortable J.G. Thirlwell scene, we get to see Hank Rollins whap her upside the head. Not at all meant to be misogynistic (thought the film is), but at least it's something.