On June 3, 1968, Andy Warhol was shot and nearly killed by an obscure would-be writer named Valerie Solanas, now the subject of an arty biopic. The most memorable image here gives us Andy (Jared Harris) and Valerie (Lili Taylor) together on the periphery of one of
Warhol's legendary parties, twin wallflowers at the flaming creatures' ball. But that provocative notion is the high point of Mary Harron's disappointing debut feature, which re-creates the Manhattan of Warhol's jaded poseurs with such palpable longing that you want to send her off to a screening
of NICO ICON for a reality check. The film's greatest liability is that it buys into some revisionist notion o...