First of all, I should say that director Alex Cox's first film "Repo Man", is nothing less than my ALL TIME favorite movie. So I was prepared to like this film, even cut it a little slack. But I just found frustrating.
I'd seen this before on television, about a decade ago. I guess at the time I was more suspectible to heroin glamour, because I at the the time I thought it was great. Not so anymore.
For losers with no identity of their own all over the world, Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen are a glamorous, doomed couple too beautiful for this world. In reality, Vicious was a totally useless idiot, left semi-retarded by his mother intravenous drug use during pregnancy. He had no musical talent or even technical ability (the bass tracks on The Sex Pistols only album were played by the previous bassist, whom Malcolm MacLaren fired for having a too clean-cut image) -- the only thing he was ever good at was destruction, especially self-destruction. Spungen herself was an equally self-destructive, co-dependent harpie who only wanted someone to drag down with her into her inevitable downward spiral.
I don't have a problem with anyone making a film about a love affair between two down-and-out junkies, but the heroin chic of some scenes (particularly the one where Sid&Nancy are kissing on some alley, while sickly-sweet sentimental music plays and garbage falls out of the sky) made me sick. Is taking heroin and throwing your life away really so cool and romantic?
The first half of the film is actually not that bad, but as soon as the Pistols break up and Nancy shows up and starts her screeching, all we are left with are with endless fighting and screaming, followed by tearful reconciliation and (god forbid) sex scenes. All of it set against a backdrop of incredible misery and squalor. Once again, I wouldn't mind it all if Cox hadnt made the mistake of making it all seem oh so romantic.
Nick Kent, the music writer that Vicious is depicted in this film as beating up in a club (in fact, Vicious hit him on the head with a rusty bicycle chain in a back alley, thus earning the name "vicious") concluded his piece of Sid & Nancy with the words "let them rot". I agree. Don't bother to wíth this one, see "The Great Rock'n'Roll Swindle" instead.
I'd seen this before on television, about a decade ago. I guess at the time I was more suspectible to heroin glamour, because I at the the time I thought it was great. Not so anymore.
For losers with no identity of their own all over the world, Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen are a glamorous, doomed couple too beautiful for this world. In reality, Vicious was a totally useless idiot, left semi-retarded by his mother intravenous drug use during pregnancy. He had no musical talent or even technical ability (the bass tracks on The Sex Pistols only album were played by the previous bassist, whom Malcolm MacLaren fired for having a too clean-cut image) -- the only thing he was ever good at was destruction, especially self-destruction. Spungen herself was an equally self-destructive, co-dependent harpie who only wanted someone to drag down with her into her inevitable downward spiral.
I don't have a problem with anyone making a film about a love affair between two down-and-out junkies, but the heroin chic of some scenes (particularly the one where Sid&Nancy are kissing on some alley, while sickly-sweet sentimental music plays and garbage falls out of the sky) made me sick. Is taking heroin and throwing your life away really so cool and romantic?
The first half of the film is actually not that bad, but as soon as the Pistols break up and Nancy shows up and starts her screeching, all we are left with are with endless fighting and screaming, followed by tearful reconciliation and (god forbid) sex scenes. All of it set against a backdrop of incredible misery and squalor. Once again, I wouldn't mind it all if Cox hadnt made the mistake of making it all seem oh so romantic.
Nick Kent, the music writer that Vicious is depicted in this film as beating up in a club (in fact, Vicious hit him on the head with a rusty bicycle chain in a back alley, thus earning the name "vicious") concluded his piece of Sid & Nancy with the words "let them rot". I agree. Don't bother to wíth this one, see "The Great Rock'n'Roll Swindle" instead.