Art school is good for some things. This movie is one of them. Because I may have never see it otherwise, and what a shame that would be. WR is one of the most personally inspirational and singularly unique movies out there. Part documentary about Wilhelm Reich, scholar of life essences and orgasms (his books were burned by both in the US and by Hitler). Part performance piece, featuring poet Tuli Kupferberg, Jackie Curtis, and Screw Magazine. Part musical fiction about a liberated Yugoslavian woman and the Russian ice skater she falls for with disastrous results. Don't tell me you're not curious.
But what do you think?