I need a stress, I need a conflict and feelings to wake up from this long winter.
Yesterday I saw “Control” by Anton Corbijn. This movie was shelved for some time, since instinctively I understood it’s gonna be tough one to watch (though I was a little bit disappointed by “Americano” and didn’t expect to see true greatness here as well), so I was waiting for the “proper” moment, and it was bad hangover with a sort of a suicidal mood after all night funky partying with unknown ppl.
The movie exceeded any past expectations. The early private life mistakes, and the living tragedy, non-pathetic feelings and words, and poetic self-destruction are so close and familiar. I was stunned how all these dark feelings of desperation are genuinely presented and passed on to the viewer, how beautiful and at the same time heart breaking simple things can be, how depressing the day to day life is - and that is the main context, explaining the music and Ian’s behavior I didn’t understand before. Brown bricks, cigarettes every minute made me sick, Belgian girlfriend is truly seductive but she doesn’t know even a bit of you, and you band mates are jerks… It’s all very sincere and meticulously realistic with the plot making sense (even songs are put into the right context), while being visually perfect - and that is a rare combination.
Literally it brought me to the tears at the end, what didn’t happen for a VERY long time. (Reference to the “Apocalypse Now” is not a coincidence apparently, we’re watching real internal apocalypse, and I remember how hard it was to contain myself after watching Trier’s “Dancing in the Dark” in the cinema - but gosh, it was a fiction after all!).
The best music biopic ever, but it definitely grew beyond, to the “masterpiece” category for me.
When routine bites hard,
And ambitions are low,
And resentment rides high,
But emotions won’t grow,
And we’re changing our ways,
Taking different roads.
Then love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.