In 1971, upon the release of his first and only feature film, James Bidgood pulled a disappearing act. He had spent the better part of seven years shooting Pink Narcissus, a hallucinatory tale of a daydreaming gay hustler, on an anemic budget, only for a meddlesome financier to snatch the film from him and see it to completion. Bidgood—who had been precious about the final cut—was furious. As a matter of artistic principle, he disavowed the film.