No Rock And Roll Fun

DANCE, DANCE, DANCE TO THE CELLULOID: The people (specifically Amy Hobby) who brought you Secretary are apparently touting round the idea of a movie of the life of Ian Curtis. Apparently Neal Weisman is also on board, and he's been telling anyone who'll listen in Cannes that Curtis was a "tragic romantic." There's a natural, knee-jerk suspiscion that this is more about feasting off the bones of the dead rather than trying to ensure Curtis takes a place in the pantheon alongside Shelley and Byron - we're getting a a sense of "right, Drake and Parsons are paydirt, who else is dead and interesting, with the possibility of soundtrack album tie-in?"; what makes it worse is the news that "musical advisor" on the film isn't someone you'd naturally associate with Joy Division - it's Moby.