Dream come true!
Finally got around to seeing Velvet Goldmine (1998), which I had always considered watching, but what a disaster this thing is. We’ve got Ewan McGregor, Christian Bale and a Bowie-esque homage to 70s glam rock. Can’t miss, right?
Whew. This is a brutally bad edit, a script so disjointed and mangled as to be barely recognizable as a movie. It’s self-indulgent, gay soft core to the point of annihilation. I am sort of shocked this thing got made as is.
The cinematography, mind you, is outstanding. What a job on the visuals, but this story just doesn’t work. Nor does much of the music. Ewan McGregor has one good performance near the end, and how I wished the whole film could have been more like that, and less of the gay directorial fantasizing.
The straight version of this tale is Stardust (1974), with a tight, impressive script by Ray Connolly. …
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