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you may be in the 70s if...
Mar. 22nd, 2010 11:45 am(Jeff Foxworthy voice) If you wake up in a hotel room after a night of pill-addled sex with your lead guitarist and you still have your roller skates on, you might just be in the 70s.
Yeah, we went out and saw THE RUNAWAYS last night and it's a good solid film, not a great film, but solid garish 1970s entertainment filled with earth tones and Stooges tunes and Rodney Bingenheimer cameos. Lil' Miss Twilight does a great job becoming Joan Jett (well, okay, granted, capturing the emotional range of Joan Jett may not be the most demanding task, but she does it well) and Dakota Fanning rides the "Behind The Music" rollercoaster of Cherie Currie's bad home life, escape into Bowie, shaped into rock star, can't handle the drugs and touring, escape back to normalcy. And whoever they have playing Lita Ford, well, that is Lita Ford right up there on screen. Film does NOT end with Kim Fowley dying of a drug overdose while riddled with syphilis and being destroyed with flamethrowers, as much as we'd like it to.
The movie condenses a lot of the history. Some scenes sort of peter out confusingly, and their Japanese tour lacks even one exterior shot of Tokyo, which would be nice to see, a 1977 Tokyo. Even though the band continued for 2 years after Currie left, we don't see it; it's a long falling action of mopey Joan moping and drug rehab, wrapped up with the triumph of MTV era Joan. I can't help but think this film needed a little more speed, maybe a little Julien Temple style bombast of pop cultural intercutting to give us some context (see: THE FILTH AND THE FURY). But as a document of disaffected, alienated rockin' youth, the film succeeds admirably; the dark, packed, grafitti-strewn nightclubs full of garishly-dressed people you only know because you see them at the show every week, the luded-up attempts to make it down anonymous hotel hallways, and the post-Runaways Joan experience of living the punk rock former star lifestyle of a house full of doped up freeloaders basking in your fame until you get pissed off and kick them out and get on with your life. It has the ring of truth.
New ZERO FIGHTER up at Mister Kitty, too! Went out and bought a bunch more comics from the guy with the comics at the Woodstock show, mostly 1968-69 era Archie books from the collection of a girl who felt the need to sign her name on each and every one, including a Josie with the first appearance of Alan M. And that was Sunday. Saturday I worked and then we bought some Ikea flooring stuff for the balcony, which looks swell but we need more of it. Friday I worked. It was a busy weekend. This week can be a little quieter, please.
Yeah, we went out and saw THE RUNAWAYS last night and it's a good solid film, not a great film, but solid garish 1970s entertainment filled with earth tones and Stooges tunes and Rodney Bingenheimer cameos. Lil' Miss Twilight does a great job becoming Joan Jett (well, okay, granted, capturing the emotional range of Joan Jett may not be the most demanding task, but she does it well) and Dakota Fanning rides the "Behind The Music" rollercoaster of Cherie Currie's bad home life, escape into Bowie, shaped into rock star, can't handle the drugs and touring, escape back to normalcy. And whoever they have playing Lita Ford, well, that is Lita Ford right up there on screen. Film does NOT end with Kim Fowley dying of a drug overdose while riddled with syphilis and being destroyed with flamethrowers, as much as we'd like it to.
The movie condenses a lot of the history. Some scenes sort of peter out confusingly, and their Japanese tour lacks even one exterior shot of Tokyo, which would be nice to see, a 1977 Tokyo. Even though the band continued for 2 years after Currie left, we don't see it; it's a long falling action of mopey Joan moping and drug rehab, wrapped up with the triumph of MTV era Joan. I can't help but think this film needed a little more speed, maybe a little Julien Temple style bombast of pop cultural intercutting to give us some context (see: THE FILTH AND THE FURY). But as a document of disaffected, alienated rockin' youth, the film succeeds admirably; the dark, packed, grafitti-strewn nightclubs full of garishly-dressed people you only know because you see them at the show every week, the luded-up attempts to make it down anonymous hotel hallways, and the post-Runaways Joan experience of living the punk rock former star lifestyle of a house full of doped up freeloaders basking in your fame until you get pissed off and kick them out and get on with your life. It has the ring of truth.
New ZERO FIGHTER up at Mister Kitty, too! Went out and bought a bunch more comics from the guy with the comics at the Woodstock show, mostly 1968-69 era Archie books from the collection of a girl who felt the need to sign her name on each and every one, including a Josie with the first appearance of Alan M. And that was Sunday. Saturday I worked and then we bought some Ikea flooring stuff for the balcony, which looks swell but we need more of it. Friday I worked. It was a busy weekend. This week can be a little quieter, please.
