Goodbye, Ken Russell
A couple of years ago I had the honor of meeting Ken Russell when he and his wife Lisi came to the Florida Film Festival for a screening of Crimes of Passion , written by my pal, Orlando's own Barry Sandler . At the time I was a blogger for Fairvilla Megastore , the local treasure / adult boutique on Orange Blossom Trail and thought that, considering Mr. Russell's exceptional gift for bringing wild, hysterical, bizarre, alarming, jaw-dropping, tingling-in-all-the-right-places-especially-your-brain sexual imagery to the screen, he'd be the perfect person to comment on some of the adult novelties I blogged about. In fact his first full biography is called Phallic Frenzy: Ken Russell and his Films . So when I got to meet the great director - a genius, as Martin Scorsese and Ben Kingsley will tell you - I casually threw out "You should come to my store," thinking I would get the celebrity brush off, i.e., that he'd say "Oh, that's nice, but we