By Keegan Hamilton
By Albert Samaha
By Village Voice staff
By Tessa Stuart
By Albert Samaha
By Steve Weinstein
By Devon Maloney
By Tessa Stuart
Todd Haynes's Velvet Goldmineis a big, bursting piñata of a movie--a glam-rock opera à clef that, mixing fact with fantasy, swings backward and forward in time as fluidly and disconcertingly as a
dream. Though kaleidoscopic in structure, it's anchored in a fan's point of view.
The fan within the film is Arthur Stuart (Christian Bale), a British journalist living in New York in a grim 1984. Arthur is working on a story about Brian Slade (Jonathan Rhys-Meyers), a glam-rock idol who disappeared 10 years earlier after faking his own murder. The story takes Arthur back to his own adolescence, awakening the memory of his infatuation with Brian Slade, and the intoxicating, ephemeral, sexually subversive glam-rock moment. If glam didn't transform the world into the polysexual paradise it fantasized but never promised, it did give fans like Arthur a taste of freedom ("a freedom you can allow yourself, or not" is how the film puts it) that changed them, more than they might later want to admit.
Arthur is something of an alter-ego for the filmmaker, who views the '70s as the last truly progressive decade, and glam, in "its inversion of sexuality, performance, and identity," as part of "a long history of underground gay culture, dandyism, and camp that stretches from Beau Brummel to Oscar Wilde to Jack Smith."
Haynes remembers his first encounter with glam as an 11-year-old. "In California, where I grew up, there were these tough, cigarette-smoking glam girls. They were my age and they were really into Iggy and Elton. On the school bus, I heard one of them say, 'Bowie's bi.' That was scary to me, it thrilled and repelled me at the same time. And I remember going over to a friend's house and listening to Diamond Dogs. But I didn't really get into it until I was in high school."
Haynes started working on Velvet Goldminein 1990, just after he finished his first feature, Poison. "There were many years of accumulating material and then distilling it into a script. There's a messiness to Velvet Goldminebut it's also a tightly constructed puzzle. It's all taut and interconnected. I know it doesn't feel that way when you watch it, but it is."
Haynes's description of his work process brings to mind the scene in Velvet Goldminein which the teenage Arthur is in his room poring over music mags, surrounded by album covers and posters depicting Brian Slade near naked or in some outrageous drag costume. You can find similar scenes in thousands of coming-of-age movies, but few in which the attention that the teenager lavishes on his sacred artifacts is quite so fetishistic and fewer still where the fetish object is so subversive. (The reason that Arthur's parents are flipped out is not merely that he plays his stereo too loud, but that his idol is a flaming faggot, pansy, queer.)
To a susceptible viewer, the scene is like a hall of mirrors where one's own fantasy, and Arthur's fantasy, and the fantasy behind the film (Haynes's fantasy) reflect one another. Crudely put, that fantasy goes: what if David Bowie and Iggy Pop had fallen madly in love and then had broken up; and what if, in the cataclysm of their breakup (signaling nothing less than the destruction of glam itself), a space was opened where I could enter, where one of them would notice me, would say to me, "Come with me, don't be afraid..."
That fantasy already has certain rock critics protesting about the film's "lack of authenticity" (as if that wasn't an absurd standard to apply to glam) and about Haynes's totalizingly queer vision, in which drag isn't merely an act. "They're particularly upset about Iggy, the sacred Iggy," says an amused Haynes.
But Velvet Goldmine isn't a biopic, though there's a lot of Bowie in Brian Slade, a lot of Iggy in Curt Wild (Ewan McGregor) and a bit of Bryan Ferry, Lou Reed, Brian Eno, and the New York Dolls floating around. It's couched as a fan's memory of glam and of the fantasy that glam produced in him. ("Your memory stays, it lingers ever, fade away never," Bryan Ferry sings in "2HB".) For all its density and pyrotechnics, it's as personal a film as Haynes's Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story or Dottie Gets Spanked, which also deal with pop culture, memory, and youthful formative experiences.
"Velvet Goldmine is ultimately about the active role the fan takes in this kind of pop moment, and it speaks by association to films and music that give you a role to play, that encourage your fantasies and your embellishment," says Haynes. "The whole act of looking was foregrounded in the glam era in ways it hadn't been before in pop music. The lyrics, the melodrama of the music, the staging are all about the act of looking. So that the roles we all play in life are highlighted by the roles they play on the stage. It offers you the invitation to become the thing you're looking at, to dress up, to experiment."