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chelseagirlLast night Velvet Goldmine was on IFC. This is the first time I'd seen it since the theater, where I can remember really liking it, but how can I have missed all the Oscar Wilde quotes that were being flung back and forth by the characters as dialogue? (I adore Oscar, in case anyone's missed that.)
Random thoughts:
Eddie Izzard is the only man *not* wearing makeup in some scenes. How confusing for everybody. (I don't think I knew who he was when I first saw this movie.) He reminds me oddly of Oliver Reed in Tommy, which is even more confusing.
There is so much pretty here.
Also, the music: Brian's songs may have been written after in the style of the time period, which usually leads to boring pastiche, but I think I've got to have the soundtrack.
Wonder what Quiet Journalist will get up to now that he has got the Annointed Poison Green Pin of Wildean Decadence? Hopefully something very interesting.
Irritating stuff paralleling the characters to their real life sources, which is totally not fair because of how they're fictional characters. So if you're actually reading this, and that's annoying to you, skip to end of lj cut!:
Curt Wild is, I know, supposed to be an Iggy Pop figure, but he also reminded me of Kurt Cobain -- mostly the hair, I suppose, as Cobain was not known for his shirtless furious performances. Also interesting that the Iggy Pop figure, rather than the David Bowie figure, had a Berlin period. That wouldn't made Jack Fairy kind of like Brian Eno, would it? I've seen pics of a very androgynous Eno -- not then using the "Brian" part -- in ancient Roxy Music cds loaned to me by someone I was briefly dating who wanted me to go to the Roxy Music revival tour with him. (I went; it was good; it was depressing to see how old the audience was. My date and I were the only ones not wearing Dockers and polo shirts.)
Man, was Haynes down on Let's Dance-era Bowie or what? Myself, I thought of that as yet another of the masks, even if in retrospect the music is weak. Tommy Stone sounds oddly like Tommy Steele, the Austen Powers-like musical theater star who M. has introduced me to -- Half a Sixpence and like that. And the charm of whom I must confess to not getting.
At first, Mandy seems like a disaster area, but after awhile -- let's just say I got a more sympathetic picture of her than anyone's ever seemed inclined to give of Angela Bowie. Hard not to like Toni Collette, anyway.
We also rented Ocean's Twelve -- M.'s idea, as I regard this film as smug celebrity . . . smugness. The second half was entertaining enough to keep my mind from wandering (unlike the first half), due to predictable but thick-and-fast plot twists. But that's okay, since M. spent half of Velvet Goldmine asking if anything was going to happen; at least we each enjoyed one, though not the same one. O12 also notable for seeming to have lifted half its soundtrack from Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. At least there was a bit part by Eddie Izzard, oddly, the one point Ocean's 12 and Velvet Goldmine had in common.
M. will find out about the job he's up for middle of next week, so it's back to the Sunday NY Times, meanwhile.
Chapter still marching along, though I am taking a day off to recover from information surfeit on the last character I'm writing about. (The fabulous Mr. Chaffanbrass, Old Bailey defense lawyer.)
Random thoughts:
Eddie Izzard is the only man *not* wearing makeup in some scenes. How confusing for everybody. (I don't think I knew who he was when I first saw this movie.) He reminds me oddly of Oliver Reed in Tommy, which is even more confusing.
There is so much pretty here.
Also, the music: Brian's songs may have been written after in the style of the time period, which usually leads to boring pastiche, but I think I've got to have the soundtrack.
Wonder what Quiet Journalist will get up to now that he has got the Annointed Poison Green Pin of Wildean Decadence? Hopefully something very interesting.
Irritating stuff paralleling the characters to their real life sources, which is totally not fair because of how they're fictional characters. So if you're actually reading this, and that's annoying to you, skip to end of lj cut!:
Curt Wild is, I know, supposed to be an Iggy Pop figure, but he also reminded me of Kurt Cobain -- mostly the hair, I suppose, as Cobain was not known for his shirtless furious performances. Also interesting that the Iggy Pop figure, rather than the David Bowie figure, had a Berlin period. That wouldn't made Jack Fairy kind of like Brian Eno, would it? I've seen pics of a very androgynous Eno -- not then using the "Brian" part -- in ancient Roxy Music cds loaned to me by someone I was briefly dating who wanted me to go to the Roxy Music revival tour with him. (I went; it was good; it was depressing to see how old the audience was. My date and I were the only ones not wearing Dockers and polo shirts.)
Man, was Haynes down on Let's Dance-era Bowie or what? Myself, I thought of that as yet another of the masks, even if in retrospect the music is weak. Tommy Stone sounds oddly like Tommy Steele, the Austen Powers-like musical theater star who M. has introduced me to -- Half a Sixpence and like that. And the charm of whom I must confess to not getting.
At first, Mandy seems like a disaster area, but after awhile -- let's just say I got a more sympathetic picture of her than anyone's ever seemed inclined to give of Angela Bowie. Hard not to like Toni Collette, anyway.
We also rented Ocean's Twelve -- M.'s idea, as I regard this film as smug celebrity . . . smugness. The second half was entertaining enough to keep my mind from wandering (unlike the first half), due to predictable but thick-and-fast plot twists. But that's okay, since M. spent half of Velvet Goldmine asking if anything was going to happen; at least we each enjoyed one, though not the same one. O12 also notable for seeming to have lifted half its soundtrack from Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. At least there was a bit part by Eddie Izzard, oddly, the one point Ocean's 12 and Velvet Goldmine had in common.
M. will find out about the job he's up for middle of next week, so it's back to the Sunday NY Times, meanwhile.
Chapter still marching along, though I am taking a day off to recover from information surfeit on the last character I'm writing about. (The fabulous Mr. Chaffanbrass, Old Bailey defense lawyer.)
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Date: 2005-04-16 02:21 pm (UTC)In vastly different ways.
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Date: 2005-04-16 02:31 pm (UTC)When your Other Destiny popped up in Sin City I did find myself saying, Deborah's boyfriend. Several seconds before I'd placed his name, even.
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Date: 2005-04-16 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-04-17 02:33 pm (UTC)Gosh, is it warm in here?
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Date: 2005-04-16 04:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-16 05:11 pm (UTC)I wish I remembered the soundtrack better--I remember "Call Me Sebastian," probably because Wilde had come out the summer before and I had also just read Ellmann's biography; I'm guessing I will want it. I also need to get a copy of Ziggy Stardust with the extra tracks, as one of them is "Velvet Goldmine," which is now stuck in my head. Stoopid ex-husband ended up keeping it, but I'm the glam priestess who desrves it, dammit.
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Date: 2005-04-21 05:20 pm (UTC)There's some great info on
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Date: 2005-04-22 01:42 pm (UTC)