belated ending

Edwardo 2022-03-25 09:01:11

It's a 2HB song. It was originally in the velvet, but it was sung by the barrel wood waist. Remember?
Then a Jim Morrison, David Bowie, Sex Pistols

, and then they came on stage. I realized that I didn't do anything wrong with putting it off for a gross year because it also took a gross year to listen to the Joy Division discs that led to the first Digital prelude. When it sounded, my hair was so cold that

I just relied on Ian's lover. The more she looked at it, the more familiar she looked, the more friendly she became. It wasn't until I finished reading it that I realized it was the head of state's wife!

As a modern movie, Control is definitely not good, but as a documentary, he is full of literary atmosphere
. Ian's wife is nagging over there, waiting for her to go upstairs. The camera immediately pulls back to Ian's lyrics, and
he wrote She's Lost Control
Reminds me of the phrase "Seized up on the floor I thought she'd die. I ca n't help
but wonder if the director deliberately arranged it or just used it to balance the tone of
black . Every character is kind, from the boss who wrote the blood book to the Geek agent." From wife to mistress, each role is not important. Maybe it's to balance Ian's tragic life. Maybe director Anton Corbijn and Joy Division have an unclear relationship to explain Ian's self-destructive spirit. "They are all good people. He killed himself"
who knows

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Extended Reading
  • Sylvester 2022-04-24 07:01:15

    Maybe movies about bands are really hard to make. . .

  • Mona 2022-03-28 09:01:06

    Deborah Curtis.. well you win

Control quotes

  • Annik Honore: Ian...

    Ian Curtis: Hmm?

    Annik Honore: I'm a little scared.

    Ian Curtis: Scared of what?

    Annik Honore: Scared of falling in love with you.

  • Ian Curtis: I don't want to be in the band anymore. Unknown Pleasures was it. I was happy. I never meant for it to grow like this. When I'm up there, singing they don't understand how much I give and how it affects me. Now they want more. They expect me to give more. And I don't know if I can. It's like it's not happening to me, but... someone pretending to be me, someone dressed in my skin. Now we're going to America. I have no control anymore. I don't know what to do.