Last night was yet another fabulous Fleur de Lethal Cinemateque event; this time around, the film was Velvet Goldmine -- Todd Hayne's ultra-saturated, ultra-decadent mindfucklovenote to 70s Glam Rock era. David Bowie's real-life career mingled with the saga of his Ziggy Stardust persona with shades of Jobriath thrown in for color, an Iggy Pop/Lou Reed hybrid who grows old to resemble Kurt Cobain, Mark Bolan/Brian Eno/Bryan Ferry as represented by an uber-fey installation that never speaks...all wrapped up in celluloid, like a piece of candy.
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