(1998) dir. Todd Haynes
Recommended to me by a friend, Velvet Goldmine fantasizes about David Bowie and Iggy Pop, as lovers, rock stars, and Glam Rock as a site of the blurring of gender. It’s hard to know where the blurred line between the facts and fictions of these fictionalized characters starts and ends regarding their real life counterparts. The film fantasizes further, posing Oscar Wilde as the original glam rock star, as well as being from outer space. It’s easy to see the metaphor here, the specialness, the otherness of these fabulous ones.
Christian Bale plays the fan turned analyst of the story, a perspective that one could place with the director, though it’s all sort of weird in its narrative flow and flounces pretentiouly (as is appropriate for the subject matter) throughout. The pretention did weigh on me, and though I think one is meant to not fully understand or know the characters, I didn’t really connect with any of them.