Ethel Mertz Hated You Squares
February 26, 2009 in Warhol Marginalia
In 1976, Warhol was beset by personal and professional turmoil, feeling snubbed by the “real” art world and unlucky in love. Studio 54 was a year away, but his coke-fueled acolytes and investors were busy assembling a cheap exploitation flick on which to slap his name: Andy Warhol’s Bad. It’s intriguing to think of Lucy’s TV best friend starring in a movie where a crying baby is thrown out a high-floor Manhattan window, and it almost came to be. But Vivian Vance schooled them: Sick thrills don’t pay my bills.
