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Jun 09, 2010 11:42

I went to see The Runaways at the Sydney Film Festival tonight with 2 people from the Wednesday reading group.  It was in the state theatre which is this luxurious chandeliered movie palace with steep balcony seating, which is where we were, perched under the chandelier.  I liked it and will take a chance to say it was done 'right', by my inner 5 year old Joan Jett worshipping heart, although from what I've read Rodney's English Disco was no where near that big in real life.  It was really a music video, with the minimal necessary acting to move the plot along and a whole lot of attention paid to costumes, set dressing, hair*, and make-up. 
I spend a fair amount of time thinking/wondering/fantasizing about what certain points in the past looked like, really looked like, just outside of the frame of photos or film from the time,  Things are changed so much from year to year, decade to decade, that it is like lost civilizations before/beneath our own.  Visually, The Runaways has the sleazy scuzz of the bell-bottom and tube top early/mid 70's, where the leftover bits of the space-age 50's and 60's floating around LA looked very out-of-fashion, outdated, like the precise moment when something built or made 10-20 years earlier is wonky and old before it gets rare and distant enough to be vintage or historical.

*hair:  thanks to a poster for an ABBA tribute band, I just found out that "bum part" is australian for the centre-parted, long, lank 70's hair. (what certain Midwesterners used to call a grit spilt after the stereotypical food of those most likely to wear it)
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