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Glam Bake:
The heady years of glitter rock are recreated
in Todd Haynes's Velvet Goldmine
by Matt Mueller
from Premiere, December 1998

Ewan McGregor has just dropped his black leather hip huggers, and he's not wearing any underwear. Although he's done it before -- both Trainspotting and The Pillow Book feature full-frontal nude scenes -- audiences have never seen anything quite like the frenzied display of bouncing private parts and energetic mooning that the Scottish star is summoning for his role as platinum-wigged glam-rocker Curt Wild, in Velvet Goldmine. Drenching his torso in oil and sprinkling himself with gold glitter, McGregor belts out the lyrics to "TV Eye" by Iggy and the Stooges. (Iggy Pop was one of the inspirations for Wild.) "I thought this would get me over the hump of wanting to be a rock star," the actor later says, laughing. "But it's just fueling my need."

"For all the actors, there's a spirit of going for it," says director Todd Haynes, who is making his own departure from the astringent world of his last film, 1995's Safe, a critically acclaimed study of one woman's growing inability to live with the toxins of daily life. In Velvet Goldmine he has created a lush paean to a fleeting but revolutionary moment in '70s pop history, when a largely British group of musicians pushed back the cultural boundaries of sexual identity, freedom, and performance art. "Glam rock, from the very beginning, acknowledged its artifice," says the 37-year-old American director, who was peripherally aware of the movement as a youngster but didn't really respond to it until his late teens, when glam had given way to punk and disco. "It brazenly lied, and it maybe ended up being more honest than the more earnest, heartfelt movements that surrounded it."

"It's about freeing yourself from conventional morality," agrees Christian Bale (Little Women), whose character turns to glam's heroes to overcome his miserable adolescence. "And it wasn't just the sex. The whole era was about letting rip and releasing everything and having a fantastic time."

Told through a circuitous, Citizen Kane-like structure (a source of confusion for some who saw its first public screening, at this year's Cannes film festival), Goldmine traces the rise and fall of androgynous rock star Brian Slade (Jonathan Rhys Meyers) and his stage persona, Maxwell Demon. Ten years after Slade fakes his own assassination and then disappears, a journalist (Bale) is assigned to do an investigative feature on the singer. He seeks out three people who hold pieces of the puzzle: Slade's ex-manager, his embittered ex-wife (Toni Collette), and the self-destructive American rocker (McGregor) who had been Slade's inspiration and torment.

Along the way, Goldmine indulges in a Caligula-esque feast of decadent cinematic taboo, including orgies, pansexual couplings among the gorgeously superficial characters, and a cornucopia of drugs. The costumes alone (by Sandy Powell, an Oscar nominee for Orlando and The Wings of the Dove) -- with their multihued satin flares, crushed velvets, feather boas, and platform heels -- are worth the price of admission. "I would have paid to come to work dressed like this," says Collette (Muriel's Wedding), whose Mandy Slade has undergone a wig-to-toe makeover every time she appears onscreen.

Although the film's heady atmosphere has clearly been influenced by the look and tone of such movies as Performance and A Clockwork Orange, much of Goldmine's plot, characters, and situations have been lifted directly from glam history. Iggy Pop and David Bowie are the film's two most obvious inspirations, but echoes of the Velvet Underground, Roxy Music's Bryan Ferry, and T. Rex's Marc Bolan abound.

Finding the right actors to portray these flamboyant, preening creatures sent Haynes on search missions back and forth across the Atlantic. Nicole Kidman expressed interest in Mandy Slade, before becoming imprisoned on Stanley Kubrick's Eyes Wide Shut. And several prominent American actors were after the role of Curt Wild, but Haynes didn't bite. "The new generation of American actors, they're all like Johnny Depp: brooding and internal," he says. "There's no live wire. I wanted someone who could fly off the stage and just be aflame." After catching a screening of Trainspotting prior to its U.S. release, he made his live-wire connection. McGregor would not accept the part, however, until he was assured he would be allowed to do his own singing in the film. "Then I came to do it, and I was just so fucking scared," says McGregor. "But in fact it's worked out really well. I've always sung, but I've never done stuff like this, screaming and shouting. But I find it all comes out in thrashing around the stage. It all makes sense -- hopefully."

Rhys Meyers, who also sings in the film, had doubts about his role too. "Everybody would think that my apprehension would be about these sex scenes, that I have to snog Ewan," says the then-nineteen-year-old actor between takes. "That's the last thing I'm worried about. It's actually a perk -- you know, he's a very good-looking boy. [But] it's a difficult thing to do -- convince people that you're a rock star." His anxiety on the set is palpable: "I'm not happy with any of the stuff I've done up to now. I feel incredibly insecure -- I look in the mirror, and I've got blue hair and crazy makeup and crazy clothes and platforms." That the self-flagellating actor has become romantically involved with the ebullient Collette is one of the more interesting developments of the shoot.
The soundtrack -- masterminded by R.E.M.'s Michael Stipe, who was also an executive producer on Velvet Goldmine ("Todd's my favorite American director," he says) -- features a combination of original recordings and cover versions of tracks by Roxy Music, Brian Eno, Steve Harley, T. Rex, and Iggy and the Stooges, plus new material written and performed by Shudder to Think, Pulp, and Grant Lee Buffalo. For the mythical bands in the film, Stipe assembled then-and-now pairings, such as former Roxy Music sax-and-oboe player Andy McKay [sic] and Radiohead's Johnny Greenwood and Thom Yorke.

Conspicuous by his absence is David Bowie, the godfather of glam, whose Ziggy Stardust persona is an obvious model for Brian Slade's Maxwell Demon. His only (unintentional) contribution is the film's title, which Haynes took from an obscure track on the 1990 reissue of The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust. "He didn't control the title, somehow," says Haynes. Bowie did, however, control the rights to his back catalog, and rebuffed Haynes's and Stipe's requests to use six of his songs, including "All the Young Dudes," which Haynes had always envisioned as the pivotal track of the film. The reason that Bowie has given for the refusal is that he has plans for his own film based on Ziggy Stardust. Comments in recent interviews, in which he has labeled Velvet Goldmine a "competitive" project, also suggest that he wasn't entirely happy with the way Haynes appropriated a seminal chapter in his life. "I don't want to comment on that," Haynes demurs. "This film comes too much from the desire to pay tribute to him, and what he did at that time, to start getting into that."

"The era left lasting marks on an entire generation, including myself and Todd," says Stipe. "A door opened with glam rock, and shut shortly after, concerning sexuality and the idea of a very clear division between different types of desire. People just got very narrow-minded again."

"Glam is still kind of a shock," agrees Haynes. "More than punk is -- the safety pin doesn't really do it anymore. But something about [glam's] androgyny and skinniness and the sort of death-mask quality of it all is still really powerful."

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