Nico, 1988 (2017, Susanna Nicchiarelli)
Focusing on one aspect of a story says more about the director than the subject. Fair enough whilst presenting fiction, but this isn't fiction.
Starts in a rather crass, flippant manner, then retracks to fill us in on events leading up her demise.
Whilst the lead actor isn't all I'd hoped, when she starts belting out Janitor Of Lunacy, I was sort of impressed tbh.
John Gordon Sinclair plays the manager. His relationship with his client is under written and diverges into nonsense.
Velvet Goldmine (1998, Todd Haynes)
Revisited this with a fellow Bowie nut who hadn't seen it. His reaction was rather priceless, but having not seen the film in about 10 years, I felt that this is the time to start wittering on about it. At the time Haynes' homoerotic love letter to UK Glam was ... treated unfairly to be kind
But with yer current climate .... hmmm. Yes, it still has Obi Wan shagging Batman in it and there needed to be more corn beef jackets in it
