Stepping on the warm air, with the thick fireworks strips, stretched out your hands and feet, splashed blood, scattered your body, and flew with the sky full of colorful fireworks.
It was the first time I watched "Velvet Gold Mine" and the first time I came into contact with rock and roll. It was shocking, shocking, too late to analyze, and all the feelings were only shocking.
Whatever role Jonathan Rhys Meyers has played, he's only soul-possessed in this movie. Maybe Ewan McGregor's performance is more powerful, but he "acts" calmly. Jonathan Rhys Meyers, 19, had no choice but to put his body and spirit into it.
The late sixties were such a crazy time. Colorful clothes, heavy makeup, high-heeled shoes, young people whizzed through the streets in groups, not just to show their youth. There has never been an era when people are so unrestrained, their wills grow freely, they go from heaven to earth, and they are omnipotent.
The picture is very interesting, with extremely thick ink and color, like a postmodern painter filled with buckets of oil paint, pouring buckets and buckets desperately. I can't see the reason, I can't see the meaning, I just can't help but burn with the whirring. The ever-changing sense of time and space, Wilde's emerald falling from the sky, thousands of faces looking up, street interviews like a documentary, a period drama that travels through the stage and life, there is no time for sadness. Peeling skin and digging liver, undisguised, bottomless madness.
Provoking voluptuous womenswear and provoking gay taboos are just the tip of the volcano for Brian Slade (Jonathan Rhys Meyers), who crosses boundaries far beyond gender. This male demon, the next goddess. Just like his music, there are no taboos and madness. Can't think of a second man who could play this role with such heavy makeup, such as a beautiful metal mannequin, without a trace of fat, suitable for any rich and colorful outfit. His face was as white as paper, his eyes were lighter than colorless, and every night, every day, his dreams and shadows seemed real and illusory.
Curt Wild (Ewan McGregor) is the star of the star, the god of Brian Slade. When he was tired of his own gorgeous style, Curt Wild appeared like a fire. He was so strong, savage, and full of masculinity, that Brian Slade, who had always been extravagant, stunned. Ewan McGregor once again gave a very shocking performance, completely naked and reckless.
McGregor's singing is more rock than a rock star. His voice is full and mellow, and his background in music and drama is not a false name. When used in rock music, he does not feel ingenious, but is crazy and powerful.
Rarely, Jonathan Rhys Meyers also sings in real voice, and his dull voice has a kind of coincidence with the style of glam rock. I still miss him when he sang the song Babys On Fire: of course, he was wearing a gorgeous dress, and his thin voice was decadent and delicate;
Such a Ukiyo-e-style film is easy to be mere formality, or it is too deliberate and messy. But when a movie comes down, the shots are chic and the form is gorgeous; all the songs and characters are both high-spirited and penetrating. Very talented.
"Man is born free, and he is in chains everywhere." Rock musicians are dazzling comets, colorful birds of thorns, singing heartily and flying freely in the sky.
Curt Wild is Brian Slade's predecessor, the lover of the age of innocence, and the first sober to return to the ground. This is the most handsome Ewan McGregor in my mind, with striking blonde hair and vague residual makeup. He said to the groupie played by Christian Bale, "When I was young, I wanted to change the world, but in the end, only myself was changed." Rational and sober , like a Wall Street CEO.
Leaning against the gentle night, kissing each other in the spinning car, it seems like a memory from a previous life.
Years later, the two have long since broken up, and may be separated forever. On TV, new pop icon Tommy Stone is slick touting the current president. Curt Wild, in a dim corner, saw the familiar silhouette and the gaudy clothes, did he know a smile?
That day, I saw the current David Bowie in "Magic Brawl". The face that was once glamorous like a ghost has grown old. It seemed that he was just an old man who was described as a bit eccentric.
Are you really willing to "die like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves"? If life can be "splendid like summer flowers"?
Hit, torn and agitated by Velvet Goldmine. Such as new spirits, drunk for three days. The film records glam rock, records the peerless elegance of the past, and holds a demon knife by the way, poking our stable values to shreds.
At this point, the words are still unfinished, and the fascination has not woken up. May you have a dream tonight.
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