I’m totally delighted the Great State of Ohio has decided I’m a real writer. I shall pass into the East.
Guest post by Steven Holland—killer, author & poet, ©2008
Velvet Goldmine (1998), Todd Haynes’ glittery, decadent tribute to the glittery, decadent glam rock scene of the early 1970s, revolves around Arthur Stuart (Christian Bale) and his obsession with rock star Brian Slade (Jonathan Rhys Meyers), both as a starry-eyed fan in colorful 1974 London and as a disillusioned journalist in a bleak 1984 New York. Though Brian Slade and fellow rock idol Curt Wild (Ewan McGregor) are the ostensible central figures in this rock-n-roll drama, Arthur is the true center of the story, a situation which reflects one of the primary themes of Velvet Goldmine: the search for one’s identity in that of others. Arthur’s story, in fact, which may appear to be secondary through most of the picture, carries the film’s true dramatic power, in contrast to the trashy melodrama of the two rock stars.