In the sprawling scrapbook of Warhol divas, the legends Nico, Edie Sedgwick, Candy Darling, and Holly Woodlawn still hold sway over lesser mortals. But to the cognoscenti, any appearance by poet and performer Taylor Mead in a Warhol flick instantly makes the proceedings more entertaining and artful. Making his first visit to Boho by the Bay in many, many a year for a series of tribute screenings gathered under the heading Taylor Mead: A Clown Underground, the beloved icon tonight presents Lonesome Cowboys, Warhols homoerotic Western shot not in New York, but in Arizona. The movie itself, like most of Warhols oeuvre, is not exactly riveting from start to finish, but hilarity ensues whenever Mead saunters onscreen. The star will linger for a discussion after the lights come up, and the all-too-rare opportunity to see an utterly unique living legend cannot be overhyped. William Kirkleys valuable 2005 documentary, Excavating Taylor Mead, screens Sunday after its subject has returned to Manhattan, leaving a gauzy haze of peaceful vibrations in his wake.
Sept. 18-19, 7:30 p.m.; Sun., Sept. 21, 2008