It's easy to describe what writer- director Todd Haynes does in
Velvet Goldmine as a swooningly sexy tribute to the rude boys in mascara and heels who detonated the musical and sexual explosion of Seventies glam rock.
It's easy to see Jonathan Rhys Meyers' fictional Brian Slade as the essence of Bowie glitter Ð right down to his Ziggy Stardust alter ego, here called Maxwell Demon, whose murder he fakes onstage. Likewise, Ewan McGregor gives Curt Wild the suck-my-cock