From here: I've always been fascinated by Kenneth Anger (b. February 3, 1927). I first knew of him via his horrendous (but delicious) book Hollywood Babylon, which is filled with a whole lot of nonsense, but which delivers the nonsense in such an authoritative tone it's impossible to put down. Anger's view of the celebrities in his book was so maliciously irreverent, it was a subversive and alarming new idea for me as a kid—the idea that things happened to stars that were not glamorous, that were at times more terrible than even the things that happened to mere mortals, that publicity was, by its very nature, a lie.
It was also an eye-opening introduction to the gossip underground, and the gay-gossip underground.
But when I discovered Anger's short films, I was, without reservation, impressed that someone could have written such a book and yet have directed such movies, beautiful, scary, unpolished, artful films that I could not imagine having been created in the '40s, '50s and '60s. (He actually made movies starting at age 10, in the '30s.)
The 1970 German TV documentary after the jump is the most extended look at Anger I've watched, and as I couldn't with his book or with his films, I couldn't look away...