Well, I did the decent thing and took meself along to this event, purely to catch the film (as the tickets for the Ladies Night seminar event had sold out the day before) and meet up with Liv and Kezzie. Which I duly did. Unsurprisingly, Alex the Red was soon there with a couple of his buddies, so after a little pre-film banter in the bar with the ladies and the lardy, we adjourned to cinema 1 to brace ourselves for the moment of truth.
And.....it was pretty good actually! Occasionally lapsing into the odd incongruous scene (like the town crier in Chester yelling out news of Ian Curtis's death - eh??? What was that all about? Isn't it a touch insensitive?? - and the visitation Tony Wilson has of himself high atop the roof of the Hacienda, to recall but two) but pretty well observed - especially Coogan's role as Wilson which was so painfully to a tee it made for pretty hilarious viewing. Best roles elsewhere were John Simm as the perpetually boyish Barney, the guy playing Rob Gretton was frighteningly accurate, and Sean Harris as Ian Curtis had his moves spot on - if a little more intense than reality. Cameos came from Paul Ryder, Mark E Smith, Howard Devoto, Mike Pickering, Graeme Park, Mani (looking horribly like John Thomson's Fast Show Jazz Club host!! I kid you not!), Margi Clarke and the inevitable Keith Bloody Allen.
There were obvious gaps and continuity errors as well in the script - that goes without saying: most glaring in the film for me was when Happy Mondays were just beginning to make their splash and were recording "Freaky Dancing" with Barney producing. There seemed to be a bit of a slip up on how the band actually looked here, as it was obvious that Shaun Ryder did NOT have the long hair he grew during the Madchester era as shown here at this point in time (1986) when they were just starting out - he should have been depicted with a convict's crop. But then that's just me being anal.
They also got the chronology for the New Order and Happy Mondays albums wrong too: apparently the Order were about to spend two years recording "Technique" in Ibiza AFTER Madchester had exploded onto the scene - whilst the Mondays were heading off to Barbados for their disastrous fourth album sessions pretty much around the same time....er....sorry to be pedantic but.....have you been paying attention back there, anybody??
Anyway, best scenes were the most harrowing ones too - the band panicking over Ian's first major on-stage fit at a frantic gig; the drug/gun madness that descended onto the club scene parodied to cruel and chilling effect (dealers on bicycles shooting pedestrians at random - horrible, but sadly all too prescient with added hindsight...), and Ian's tragic suicide which seemed to happen in just two frames (without Iggy Pop's "The Idiot" even coming within earshot). Deborah Curtis was conspicuous by her absence - bafflingly no mention was made in the script of her or even Ian's affair - perhaps this omission was solicited by Deborah herself?
Still, the madness and mayhem DID bring the whole Factory shambles into a new and twisted light for the benefit of those who weren't there to witness the glory years at the outset, and to sum up, the film is a fairly credible attempt (albeit sometimes wildly - and hysterically - distorted) at trying to nail down just what made Tony Wilson the arrogant, conceited, pretentious and indeed influential figurehead for all fuckwits in the biz today.
Oh yeah - to hear the closing credits play-off of "Here To Stay" was a minor pleasure too!
Now, fate was kind to me tonight because I found out that there were two no-shows for the last prebooked tickets to the seminar thingy and I was lucky to grab one of them, which meant I could, after all, join the discussion forum. Yippee!! Present was Gillian Gilbert and her sister Kim, plus her hubby Stephen and other family members and friends. Managed to (oh yes!) speak very briefly to Stephen and told him how much the film's Rob Gretton resembled their real manager, and he agreed. DJ/Writer Dave Haslam chaired the discussion which introduced us to the three ladies on the panel: Gillian, Wilson's ex wife Lindsay Reade and Martin Hannett's former widow Yvonne (?). Lindsay actually let on her discomfort at seeing her private life laid bare in the script for the film and expressed regret that she wasn't able to have more of a say in the editing. Gillian was also reminded from her stand-in actress (also present in the audience) that her presence in the film too was almost non-existent (only a glimpse of her with the band post-Ian's suicide rehearsing an embryonic guitar(!) rendition of "Blue Monday"), and Yvonne (?) concurred that Martin Hannett was indeed pretty much the ogre he was portrayed in the film, with a legendary drug/alcohol intake and a notorious intolerance of what constituted everything HE didn't believe in....!! A lively audience debate followed where the punters asked questions to the panel, Liv and I bookended the open forum by chipping in with our own questions. My only regret was that I typically forgot to ask Gillian Gilbert a question I've been dying to ask her for absolutely ages. And that was.... "What was it like then, Gillian, climbing fully clothed into a tepid bath with Tony Wilson all those (eighteen) years ago?"
All in all then, an enjoyable evening! (By the way, our Liv got Steve and Gillian to sign her "Low Life" CD insert pics - you can be sure she'll be gushing about that when she posts here later on!!)
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