It interestingly merges its rather pastoral fantasies with the urban circumstances where these would be consumed -- the city’s movie theatres, outside which poverty and alienation were commonplace.

Watching “Pink Narcissus” again in its glorious new restoration, I’m seduced all over again by how coy it all seems.

It is sad and very vulnerable, and as serious as it is sappy.

Whether or not you actually enjoy the experience of watching Pink Narcissus, there’s no denying the incredible influence Bidgood’s visual style has had on generations of artists to come after.