After Hours

You'll never look at plaster the same way.

When I was a teenager growing up in the suburbs of Toronto, After Hours (Scorsese’s least-known film) piqued my fascination and validated my fears of art life downtown. I revisited it recently and can’t get it out of my head. It’s a must-see and a comic gem.

This week’s Frandoms are by Mike Kasprow at Trapeze.