velvet wibble
Jun. 28th, 2003 01:58 pmI have been reduced to a wibbling mass after my second viewing of Velvet Goldmine. Third one coming up tonight because (can you believe it?) t'h *fell asleep* half-way through.
I am also now re-living my glamfan days via copious playing of David Bowie CD. Because I discovered a long-lost memory! I have always been aghast and puzzled at my own descent into fandom. I thought it was just a bizarre side-effect of the slash but this morning I remembered (spurred on by the sight of Ewan McGregor without a top on) that in the dim dark past I have been a fan!
Yes! I was a David-Bowie fan! Tender age of 15, 16? I bought the records (records!). I went to the concerts. I squeed and wibbled (not knowing that that was what I was doing). I gazed in raptures at the cover of Changes and at the particular turn of the man's *fingers* around his cigarette. I even formed a two-person fandom with my friend and we spent hours in the darkroom developing and enlarging arty black&white prints of our photos taken at the concert. I still have them, a goodly pile, and one of them graces my very own photo album, inserted next to an equally arty b&w shot of myself in a bikini (in truest Mary Sue fashion). My friend even dreamed about meeting Bowie on the Sydney Harbour Bridge and I had *dream envy* (not at all unlike what regularly befalls me vis-a-vis
badgermonkey's dreams).
I am stunned that I had suppressed this memory for 15 years. The fab glamness of VG dug it out again for me! I even swooned around in the arms of best male friend all the way through the concert - bmf, of course, discovered he was gay only weeks after the event, *sigh*. Story of my life. (Well, not really. It just sounded good to say it. No, hang on, another memory obtrudes... ack! When I fell in lust with a Heidelberg hairdresser who turned out to be a rentboy on Mannheim's Lange Strasse! He *was* pretty, though... not to mention his younger brother with the hip-length black hair extensions.... Oh, the 80s. I do have a soft spot.)
I seem to specialise recently in instant conversions. Because here I go again. After having womanfully rejected Ewan McGregor (BHD? Pointless. Obi-wan? Laughable. Moulin Rouge? A wooden stick. Interview? Embarrassing.), I saw the True Genius that is Curt Wilde and am a Fallen Woman.
I'm joining
freyafloyd and
lazulus in Ewan-land. I realised my hopeless smitten-ness when I left a detailed analysis of Ewan's *smile* as a reply to
freyafloyd's question 'is he pretty or manly?'. (I think he's manly but that the boy that is inside of every grown man lives on in his smile. It's not a pretty-boy smile but a boyish-boy smile. See what I mean? Endless energy expended on someone who supposedly Leaves Me Cold. Hah.)
Um, yes. So now I am re-reading FOTA from the beginning. I didn't think I could love it more but possibly, I can.
And I was going to muse critically and analytically and postmodernitically (and oh so very cathectedly) on VG but this post is long enough already so I'll leave that for another time.
Except that in a bizarre way VG reminds me of Bollywood. Maybe simply because I haven't felt this swoonsome about a movie since Kuch Kuch Hota Hai.
And last but not least: Thud.
Warning: This click will lead to The Curly One. However, his tonsils do remain well camouflaged.
*dies on spot*
I am also now re-living my glamfan days via copious playing of David Bowie CD. Because I discovered a long-lost memory! I have always been aghast and puzzled at my own descent into fandom. I thought it was just a bizarre side-effect of the slash but this morning I remembered (spurred on by the sight of Ewan McGregor without a top on) that in the dim dark past I have been a fan!
Yes! I was a David-Bowie fan! Tender age of 15, 16? I bought the records (records!). I went to the concerts. I squeed and wibbled (not knowing that that was what I was doing). I gazed in raptures at the cover of Changes and at the particular turn of the man's *fingers* around his cigarette. I even formed a two-person fandom with my friend and we spent hours in the darkroom developing and enlarging arty black&white prints of our photos taken at the concert. I still have them, a goodly pile, and one of them graces my very own photo album, inserted next to an equally arty b&w shot of myself in a bikini (in truest Mary Sue fashion). My friend even dreamed about meeting Bowie on the Sydney Harbour Bridge and I had *dream envy* (not at all unlike what regularly befalls me vis-a-vis
I am stunned that I had suppressed this memory for 15 years. The fab glamness of VG dug it out again for me! I even swooned around in the arms of best male friend all the way through the concert - bmf, of course, discovered he was gay only weeks after the event, *sigh*. Story of my life. (Well, not really. It just sounded good to say it. No, hang on, another memory obtrudes... ack! When I fell in lust with a Heidelberg hairdresser who turned out to be a rentboy on Mannheim's Lange Strasse! He *was* pretty, though... not to mention his younger brother with the hip-length black hair extensions.... Oh, the 80s. I do have a soft spot.)
I seem to specialise recently in instant conversions. Because here I go again. After having womanfully rejected Ewan McGregor (BHD? Pointless. Obi-wan? Laughable. Moulin Rouge? A wooden stick. Interview? Embarrassing.), I saw the True Genius that is Curt Wilde and am a Fallen Woman.
I'm joining
Um, yes. So now I am re-reading FOTA from the beginning. I didn't think I could love it more but possibly, I can.
And I was going to muse critically and analytically and postmodernitically (and oh so very cathectedly) on VG but this post is long enough already so I'll leave that for another time.
Except that in a bizarre way VG reminds me of Bollywood. Maybe simply because I haven't felt this swoonsome about a movie since Kuch Kuch Hota Hai.
And last but not least: Thud.
Warning: This click will lead to The Curly One. However, his tonsils do remain well camouflaged.
*dies on spot*
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Date: 2003-06-28 07:48 am (UTC)And all this fannishness! I think you are using up my share.
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Date: 2003-06-28 08:50 am (UTC)You *MUST* watch Velvet Goldmine! It's on sale at HMV for a mere ridicule of a sum (5.99). T'BF surely goes out sometime (hm, knowing t'bf, prob. not ) because it's true, he may not like this and he may mock. T'h mocked a bit but had luckily been pre-warned about the homosexual content. T'h, however, did like Ewan as rock star. (He is known to have pranced about the house, imitating Robert Plant from *Led Zeppelin* on numerous occasions himself.)
But you have got to see this film, by hook or by crook. And if you like Ewan: what a bonus! You get to see Ewan's willy!!!!! You get to see it wobble!!!! (How many more exclamation marks can I fit in here?) But it's spoilerish, you mustn't click on any more links for it. It has *plot twists* and they are *delicious*.
Don't however, see Monkey's Mask. It is a piece of shite, despite numerous full-frontal lesbian sex scenes.
Alien, Aliens, Alien3, Rocky 1-4(!), Top Gun, Star Trek films and The Shawshank Redemption,
Help, I am a Real Man. I love Alien, I like Aliens, I even quite like Alien3, I don't like Rocky (phew), I like Top Gun, I like Shawshank, not sure about Star Trek but I find them watchable.
Ack. How about BHD? He doesn't like BHD? It's 1 1/2 hours of non-stop shooting. Should appeal. And has Ewan. And tonsilboy dies within first 1/2 hour, so no hardship for you, either.
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Date: 2003-06-28 09:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-06-28 10:23 am (UTC)SOMEONE wasn't paying attention to all the 'bhd' hype obviously ... there is a scene at the end where john hartnett goes to speak to him.
*John* Hartnett? Mwuahahahah.
I love it.
Tonsilboy was coined by me in the dark depths of the past in response to
And I know he doesn't die. I just forgot for a moment there. Heh.
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Date: 2003-06-28 10:38 am (UTC)i LOVE that pic - Orli looks so happy.
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Date: 2003-06-28 11:55 am (UTC)You love Orli's tonsils.
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Date: 2003-06-28 02:08 pm (UTC)I don't like Rocky (phew)
Thank goodness. Although I did buy that boxset for a Christmas present. What can I say? I know how to please my may-un. /Dolly Parton.
Ugh, I have been around Real Men too much today. That, combined with re-reading that old post you linked to, has left me longing for some lovely slash men. Who don't, I fear, exist.
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Date: 2003-06-28 09:29 am (UTC)Anyway, I love your icon! Orli has a tiny heart-shaped turqoise earring! How
gayeighties! Eeee!is it turquoise or turqoise? My Langenscheidt says turqoise, LJ says turquoise...
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Date: 2003-06-28 10:15 am (UTC)And thanks for the icon love. Heh, I did not even *realise* it was a heart! ♥
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Date: 2003-06-28 10:48 am (UTC)<3 that movie.
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Date: 2003-06-28 01:19 pm (UTC)I liked Christian Bale a lot. He is the heart of the film. Will ramble about that in separate post soon. Now, though, I must go and watch t'film *yet* again. Heh.
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Date: 2003-06-28 10:51 am (UTC)and bowie - i loved him! i've seen him twice in concert - and both times i cried my eyes out when he sang, 'heroes.'
if you want to see ewan with curls, you might want to check out 'shallow grave,' 'emma' or for curls of the head and fiddly bits variety, there is the rather delicious 'pillow book.'
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Date: 2003-06-28 11:17 am (UTC)mmhmm.
'shallow grave' is brilliant (directed by danny boyle, who also did 'trainspotting', which you've seen, yes?), 'emma' numbs my brain (but he SINGS), 'nora' is one that I can't stand, but, but! Ewan as James Joyce. Lots of sex. Porn!Ewan is delightful, as I'm sure you agree.
I will win you over completely to the Ewan love, mark my words.
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Date: 2003-06-28 12:09 pm (UTC)LOL, Gabby, you've got your Lobelia-luring technique down pat, haven't you? :)
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i was just going to say - fancy using an old japanese man as bait!
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Date: 2003-06-28 01:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-06-28 01:21 pm (UTC)It worked, too! Because I immediately thought, hm, that's the one I must see first.
Shallow Grave I saw years ago and found so-so. Far From Heaven I didn't even realise was Todd Haynes! I must see it, I must I must! No Ewan, of course but Julianne!
*goes off to ponder Ewan/elderly Japanese man*
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Date: 2003-06-28 01:27 pm (UTC)Julianne and Dennis Quaid and Patricia Clarkson! It's wonderful. Oh, you must see it soon! And kudos to you if you can get your hands on 'pillow book', because I managed to catch it on IFC last summer or so, but unforunately it's so very obscure... sigh.
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Date: 2003-06-28 11:52 am (UTC)Also, the True Genius that is Curt Wilde does not include his accent. And lately, yes EM performaces have been a bit blah. Give me A Life Less Ordinary or VG over Moulin Rouge any day.
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Date: 2003-06-28 01:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-06-29 06:19 pm (UTC)And I swear if I ever see you again I will lend you all my Hetty Wainthrope (series 1 and 2), The Pillow Book and all that stuff. I just never got round to copying it all, and sending a great deal of tapesby post ends up quite expensive. Actually I'm going up to Hull in two weeks. Demlza still lives up there right? I could pass them on to her and then she could pass them on to you when ever you seen her again. I'm sure I could sort something out if you still want it.
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Date: 2003-06-30 07:33 am (UTC)Funbo!!!
And Wainthropp, weee! And Pillow Book and elderly Japanese man, weee!
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Date: 2003-07-03 08:33 pm (UTC)The Pillow Book is only, alas, a taped version from the TV but you can still have it if you want it. And both lots of Wainthropp, including the episode where Mr Wainthropp and Geoffrey go off and try and solve an adultery case on their own!
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