Film

G-string clad Factory superstars hang around a restaurant discussing everything from virginity to the Vietnam War in Andy Warhol’s deadpan sexploitation satire. Featuring a singular performance from Viva (in her film debut), witty repartee from Taylor Mead, and a deliberately crude aesthetic—the artist’s signature in-camera strobe cuts abound—The Nude Restaurant had its commercial run at an off-Times Square theater better known for blue movies. Seeing it there, renowned theater critic Stefan Brecht (Bertolt’s son) reviewed Warhol’s film in the pages of Evergreen, calling it “a dadaist provocation of the audience, frustrating its urge for an audio-visual fix.”