The first time I knew this movie was because of its unique name, coupled with the three-dimensional facial features of the blonde Brain on the poster, the deep eye sockets, the contrast between the black background and the colorful fonts. Never seen such a work. I learned that there is also a translation of "Purple Drunken Gold", and I feel that it is like the free translation of "Gone with the Wind" to "Gone with the Wind". It is indeed unique to be crowned with this gorgeous and incomparable movie. A little cheesy also looks so cute.
Before watching a movie, I didn't have the habit of glancing at the introduction in advance. After watching the movie, my jaw dropped in shock. Ugh! As expected of a British actor (probably just looking at a vague acquaintance on the street, wanting to say hello but hesitating...) Every actor is completely integrated into his own role, which makes me completely immersed in the story , seems to have become one of the listeners who swayed wildly with the song and shouted, blurring the boundary between reality and fiction.
I think when most people watch it for the first time, they will be firmly attracted by the two rock stars played by Jonathan and Ewan. Narcissus loves his own reflection in the water, and the graceful posture of Narcissus may be more than that. One of them is gloomy and elegant, the other is wild and crazy, and they both have a bit of the charm shared by both genders to follow the trajectory of the idol Wilde from narcissism to homosexuality. Brain Slade and Curt Wild are like two clusters of comets born out of the sky. Believers are intoxicated in prayer and intoxication in the wonders created by God's blessing on the mortal world. After they burn, they can no longer find a trace in the dark night sky.
The second time and revisiting Velvet Goldmine, my attention was more on Arthur Steward. The role of Bale is the most memorable role for me. We have become more or less difficult to admit. Two slaps of rustic blushes that are joked by many fans, short jackets, leather boots, wide-leg pants that don't fit in order to fit in with fashion, a simple and clumsy body compared with his idols, and secretly looking for vinyl in record stores His subtle thoughts, self-dedicated wank to the poster martyr; but how innocent the smile with the tiger's teeth under the red cheeks, and the rising stars in his eyes when he heard the beautiful melody. Brian's "Because Rock and roll is prostitute..." speech was broadcast on the TV, and Arthur excitedly said to his parents: "That is me, Dad! That is me!" That's me too, the arrogant stage star on the screen , a bewildered young man off-screen. Those details hit the body like incandescent lights, and the protagonist on the edge of the stage was naked. Some people think that director Todd Haynes really did not pick the right actor this time, and I deeply think that it is Bale's appropriate "out of place" that gives this character its soul. I saw a comment from more than ten years ago that moved me, "Although idols are cool and bright, they are often not fans. Why can't people who look clumsy and rustic like very glam rock?" With youthful confusion, wanting to become more "cool" and "unique", approaching his idol infinitely, even imagining stepping into his life, wanting to be unique, and wanting to integrate into the group. "People despise him, and I want to be him." When you show off your clothes on the street, whether you are a middle-class proletarian or an asset, no one cares if you are a leftist or a rightist, we will all be young and energetic in the end. member of the language.
I love the scene where Arthur interviews Curt and Curt ends up gifting Arthur with Wilde's turquoise green brooch. When the two first met, they were rock stars and "skin and skin", but after a night of indulgence, they went their separate ways. I don't know when they have been busy with their lives and disappeared. In Glam Rock (I use capital letters, such as It still has life) meet again in the waking hours when the craze has receded. In the dimly lit small bar, chatting about the glorious past like centuries ago, two pairs of blue hazelnut eyes with ambiguous meaning through the smoke, Arthur staring directly at the person across the table, the golden retriever The color of the lion-like long hair has dimmed. It doesn't matter if Curt recognized Arthur that night, it's just like fans facing meaningless questions about "what do you like rock music?" . The superstars of the past may have long since been buried in the corner by the ashes of the album. Wilde's spirit is plated in emeralds, and the waves have been passed down in one hand from one generation to the next.
There are also Rock Fans who shook their heads and became more certain that the "stereotype" of the film was well-documented, and handed countless references to Conservatives who criticized rock for its bad social atmosphere. However, in the 1970s, when the velvet gold mines were dotted with heavy makeup and smoky eyes, the red men and women, purple drunken gold fans, hats, pins, lace, leather pants, velvet evening dresses, ostrich wool scarves... that was a tribute to ink. Feith's drama - this world has no interest in life except for dreams. What drugs, sex, and alcohol are just to add to the fun, and all happiness is accomplished in dreams. In peacetime, a "star" who lives in a luxury house, drives a luxury car, is a good gentleman and a good lady, looks really petty in comparison! When I looked up Glam Rock, I was very sad: "It has been more than 30 years since the birth of glam rock. Back then, I wore sexy clothes, slid over the guitar solo with a very low and high voice, detonated the speakers, and indulged in a dazzling sound. The young people with sparks have integrated into the society today and become the bricks on the wall that contribute to the progress of mankind. Take off the gorgeous clothes inlaid with amphibole and sequins, put on the black suit marked Giorgio Armani and enter the room, fade the red hair from the tips, Comb the thinning hair, wash the makeup, and wait for the years to carve the wrinkles." There are legends that write history in any era, but whether they changed the world or were changed by the world has become confusing with the passage of time. The only thing left for us is the memory of a dream, like a phantom floating in the world, living in another black version of Oz or Wonderland. "Everything is one gesture after another, and every picture is beautiful." Ninety-nine percent of the "ordinary people" in the world, after ten years and a hundred years, still have no chance to look up at the stars with their own eyes. Seeing the flashing meteors or UFOs, we had to peep in the weaving dream, rubbing a gloomy token.
Over and over listening to the musical art of Roxy Music, Placebo, Thom York, Carter Burwell, etc. (and a little sorry for Courteny Love and David Bowie that could have been collected), those beautiful melodies, tempting dance rhythms, Behind the magnetic blurred voice, is the revolution of pop culture? Sexual Revolution? Under the splendid coat, those forms and contents are all about people, people, and a kind of flamboyant rebellion that the times need and young people embrace, without cause or result.
After all, people are always easily touched by stories connected with their own experiences. Speaking of the 1970s, I recall not only David Bowie, Iggy Pop or Lou Reed who shined on the stage, but also those seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, and twenty-year-olds running and playing in the streets, bursting from the inside out. A young man with a fiery passion. Don't call us "artists". We go with the flow, we make history.
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