Finally (after being told I needed to see it years ago by my friend Clint), Netflix sent me cult classic Grey Gardens. I was fascinated and disturbed from the very beginning---I couldn't watch and I definitely couldn't look away. By the time it was over, I was surprised to learn that I actually wanted more. It's obvious why this film serves as artistic and/or aesthetic inspiration for so many.
For me, it all boiled down to Little Edie. I couldn't help but like her ... and her sweaters-turned turbans, swimsuit ensembles, and signature white heels. I found her eccentric and rebellious and tragic, and genuinely bohemian. C thought she was totally wacko.
And I don't think Drew will do her justice.