Wednesday, April 14, 2004

WHERE'S JOSIE AND THE PUSSYCATS?: There's nothing like a list or two for boiling up a spot of outraged debate, and The Independent has squeezed our passion point firmly with its suggestion of the ten best movies about music, ever. For the record, it considered these to be the definitive chart:
1 24 HOUR PARTY PEOPLE
2 CABARET
3 THE BLUES BROTHERS
4 TOMMY
5 HIGH FIDELITY
6 THIS IS SPINAL TAP
7 MOULIN ROUGE
8 BACKBEAT
9 THE GREAT ROCK'N'ROLL SWINDLE
10 HEDWIG AND THE ANGRY INCH
(as selected by screenwriter Jeremy Drysdale, and we'd obviously agree with him about High Fidelity and Hedwig, and at the omission pointed out by Chromewaves - of course no Commitments, which painfully combined Roddy Bloody Doyle and Andrew Frickin Strong in one package. It was like the Oirish episodes of Eastenders set to music, and then over-emoted. But then we'll really have to start picking hairs. Anyone who knows us will already be mouthing "No Velvet Goldmine?", of course, which not only had Donna Matthews in it, but also featured Ewan bounding about with flames licking about his penis, and someone masturbating over the NME. Why choose The Great Rock and Roll Swindle over The Filth and the Fury? What sort of list finds space for The Blues Brothers but not for Slade in Flame ("I don't smoke cigarettes, but I've managed to sell a few packets in my time..."). And why include the lazy, kneejerk Spinal Tap (a film more or less ruined by the continued milking of the same gag many, many years later) when there's no space for Empire Records? It just don't make any sort of sense. [Gothamist are also worrying at these bones, as we speak.]


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