Anger Me

This worthwhile documentary portrait of Kenneth Anger makes a fine complement for the screenings of his oeuvre restored on 35mm and an expected visit from the legend of the American avant-garde himself. Its best idea is to keep Anger on one side of the frame while he talks us through his work as it plays over his shoulder, and it’s hard to think of a better introduction to his very personal celluloid language, combining his interests in paganism, Hollywood glamour and gay sexuality. Anger devotees may not find much that’s revelatory here, but the old boy’s certainly a wonderful host - and the only living link between Aleister Crowley, Jean Cocteau, Alfred Kinsey and Mick Jagger.