Danny Williams was big in Velvet Underground folklore as the legendary (and brilliant) lighting technician who disappeared following the first EPI tour in the late 60's, so to see him get a proper documentary is enlightening and a wonderful thing. Warhol comes off like the typical self-important/shallow person that he likely was during the 60's during the height of his fame. Upon viewing this doc one gets the impression that some of the various Factory "denizens" - (aside from Gerard Malanga who comes off like an honest person who cared about Williams' sad fate) the majority of them never out-grew the obvious sad & pathetic 'Warhol worship'. For what it's worth - the review on here by jm10701 reeks of a certain ignoramous who has a jealousy trip, or a bitter person who thinks they have the first clue about Warhol and what possibly could have happened to Williams. jm10701 is also apparently too stupid to realize that Williams didn't "flunk" anything, he graduated from Harvard & worked in the Factory alongside Warhol during two of Warhol's biggest $$$ years in the 60's. Two accomplishments that most people don't get to achieve in life. The documentary also leads one has to question if Warhol's cruel treatment of Williams likely played a role in Williams' apparent suicide and/or downward spiral into drug use, and it's obvious that there's many un-answered questions and Warhol only made a sad story worse by not assisting the family at a time of need. Highly recommended.

A Walk Into The Sea asks what and why. It follows a talented filmmaker into a world that most of us can only wonder about. The pacing and music slow us down and create images that allow us to feel, without analyzing, what might have led Danny Williams to walk into the sea and disappear. Esther Robinson, Danny's niece, sets out to learn more about her uncle's death in 1966. The video, with superb editing by co-writer Shannon Kennedy, and entrancing music by Todd Griffin, creates a murky, mysterious, collage of commentary by Warhol associates during the early 60's who skate around Danny's days and nights with Warhol and the Factory. Kennedy's juxtaposition of Factory members images from the 60's with Robinson's interviews from 2005-2007 create a gnawing sense of discomfort and a wish for a final answer. This is the beauty of the film.

In this movie, some relatives of a minor flunky at Andy Warhol's Factory try to imply that Warhol was somehow responsible for the guy's disappearance hundreds of miles away in the middle of nowhere.It gives a strong impression (but doesn't say) that the relatives first tried extorting money from Warhol's estate and only decided to make this smear movie when that attempt failed. This attempt should fail too, joining the missing flunky in well-deserved obscurity.I gave it two stars only because it's slightly amusing that the guy's relatives would have the gall to do something so monumentally and so brazenly stupid. Warhol was a neurotic, talentless jerk, but if he or any of his gang took the trouble to murder a nobody like Danny Williams then pigs can fly and George W Bush is a genius. This movie is toxic garbage.

At 27, film maker/editor Danny Williams left his family home in Rockport, MA and vanished. He may or may not have drowned. It's a mystery his family has been living with for over 40 years. Williams, a Harvard grad and boy genius film editor (he worked with the Maysles on their early films) had been spending time with Andy Warhol and his art fart cronies at the Factory and may or may not have been pushed aside by that crowd. Through interviews with the likes of Brigid Berlin, Gerard Malanga, John Cale and others, film maker Esther Robinson (Williams' niece), portrays Warhol and his minions as petty, jealous and just plain nasty. Paul Morrissey claims to have no knowledge of Williams and his film-making contributions, while Berlin, Nat Finkelstein and Chuck Wein fully acknowledge his work. Robinson's documentary gets no closer to answering what happened to Williams, but instead offers up an expose of the Warhol Factory years like no other since Jean Stein's landmark book EDIE.