Reviewing a film that one appears in can be tricky, raising questions about self-promotion and undue praise. And it’s hard not to take things personally, as when former Interview art director Marc Balet calls me an “asshole” for putting Nancy Reagan on the magazine’s December 1981 cover. But that is hardly the reason I have decidedly mixed feelings about The Andy Warhol Diaries, the six-part, six-hour documentary premiering on Netflix next week.
Based on the daily entries that Warhol dictated to his secretary, Pat Hackett, from 1976 until his death in 1987, the series was produced by Ryan Murphy, who most recently brought us Netflix’s lurid biopic Halston, and was directed by Andrew Rossi, whose previous subjects have ranged from The New York Times to André Leon Talley.
