Pointlessly incomprehensible or merely incomprehensibly pointless, you decide

Rating: 1/10 (16 February 1999)

This movie is supposed to be some sort of history of the "glam-rock" era. Glam rock, for those of you who don't know, consisted of a period of a few years in the mid 70's where David Bowie was pretending to be Ziggy Stardust and adopting a faux bisexuality while dressing up in lots of decadent costumes with sequins and glitter on them. Now, if you think that this doesn't sound like all that much to base a movie on then you would be absolutely right, but somehow Todd Haynes managed to squeeze a two hour movie out of this, a movie which I saw, a movie which consumed, relentlessly, two whole hours of my life while I tried to figure out three things:
1) Was there a plot to this movie? 2) Would it ever end? 3) Could I ever have any respect whatsoever for Ewan McGregor after seeing him in this piece of trash?
Ewan McGregor is utterly wasted in the role of an Iggy Pop analogue named "Curt Wild" who has an on and off affair with Slade and at one point sodomizes Stuart on a London rooftop while a spaceship flies overhead and dumps glitter on them (No. I am NOT making this part up!). Toni Collette (_Muriel's Wedding_) is also wasted playing Slade's ex-wife, Mandy. If you want to waste two hours of your life watching what is essentially a plotless, contrived, overly-long bad rock video with lousy music then run, don't walk, to your nearest video store and rent this dog. If you want a good movie that looks at one aspect of 70s' culture such as _Studio 54_, _Dazed and Confused_, _Boogie Nights_ or _The Last Days of Disco_ then run, don't walk, away from any theatres that might still be showing this dog.