I stopped reading this article after "And for those who haven't seen it, please take that as your cue to skedaddle," thinking that I didn't want to spoil my enjoyment of this supposed hidden gem of of movie.

From last week's preview that gave us a quick glimpse of the hotel scene without any dialogue, I thought that Ben was kneeling in reverence of Locke's sacrifice like a Medici at the crucifixion. I sure got that one wrong.

I've got a compilation of early-ish Bowie called The Deram Anthology 1966-1968. I've never really warmed up to it much.

Not that the personas really matter all that much compared to the music, but they did project an image that must have affected how people approached the music.

Yeah, I love Golden Years and TVC15. In Station to Station (the song) there's the lyric "…the return of the Thin White Duke," so I'm not sure if this is his debut or reintroduction.

Funny, but besides Mick Jagger's ass I meant chronologically.

So the the Thin White Duke persona is during the Berlin period?

Bowie Personas
I like Bowie (especially 70's and 80's) but maybe some of the hardcore fans can help fill in my blind spots. Lemme see if I've got most of this straight:

I know they're still out there but they lately tend to be overwhelmed by the documentarians who shoot theirs with the "Hey look at me on camera making a movie about fill-in-the-blank" approach.

I think Sunset Blvd. falls into the deceased narrator/protagonist category along with American Beauty and The Sixth Sense.

Yeah, that's one they missed. The entire narrative structure is built around a crucial cadaver — it's right there in the title.

A Certain Kind Of Death
I wish there were more documentaries made with the straightforward approach of A Certain Kind Of Death. I'm getting tired of the Michael Moore's and Morgan Spurlock's dominating the genre.

I don't think we ever actually see Marvin's corpse unless you count the pieces stuck in Sam Jackson's fro.

Hoop Dreams is a fantastic doc but when my gf showed it to her eighth-grade class in a Harlem public school, most students were indifferent. I guess being set in the 80's was maybe too big of a leap for them to identify with.

Possibilities, your running commentary on these hypothetical new releases from fictional bands make me think you'd own the coolest independent record shop in Imagination Land.

PRESS RELEASE

Damn it
Mine sounds like some New Age World Music collective.

Alright, it's not so explicit. I just find it funny that since the site's redesign, certain photos of interview subjects are cropped to show just the chest without the head.

Completely random and unrelated breast-ogling
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I totally forgot he was in that. I haven't seen it since it was in theaters and remember it as a batshit fiasco of a film. Wasn't Rourke the newly anointed dictator of some post-whatever America?