Friday, 6 April 2012

"QUADROPHENIA" . . . . JIMMY'S CUTSIE MELTDOWN SCENE . . . . THIS IS A TYPICAL END RESULT OF MIXING FAR TOO MANY MIRRORS WITH EXCESSIVE INGESTION OF VARIOUS PHARMACEUTICALS . . . . IN TANDEM WITH PACKING WAY TOO MUCH ANGST IN YOUR OH SO TIGHT, TAILORED PANTS . . . .

REMEMBER . . . . "DRUGS ARE BAD . . . . AND SOMETIMES, IT'S ALRIGHT TO CRY . . . . "



Released in 1980, 'Quadrophenia' slid right into the post punk sixties revival and fascination with all the key style lines of the time . . . . written and concieved by Pete Townshend of The Who, it was a well executed and assembled overview of the heyday of the Mod vs Rocker era . . . . the key scenes focused on a recreation of the riots at Brighton from the day . . . .

Oodles of sharp dressed young blokes and chicks, astride Vespas and Lambrettas covered in more mirrors and extaneous lights than you could throw at sideshow, all gulping down copious quantities of uppers . . . . the Rockers, appropriately kitted out in Lewis leathers and boots, Beezers and Trumpys on the pin, all gulping down copious quantities of lager . . . . it was in 'Quadrophenia' that the superb contemporary Brit actor, Ray Winstone, got his start up role as the rocker/one time mate of Jimmy the Pratt . . . . Sting, at the time with soon to be global superstars, The Police, also got the nod to play the role of Ace Face, King of the Mods . . . .

All of a sudden, every major urban centre from Sydney to Cincinatti had its own Mods and Rockers scene happening . . . . along with Skins of varying 'types', punks, teds, new bromantics the last of the disco ducks . . . . it was a cool flick then and still stands the test of time pretty well . . . . soundtrack was loaded with some cracking rhythm and blues, a bit of soul and obviously The Who . . . .

The title, "Quadrophenia", accurately describes the principle character, Jimmy, and his final dramatic meltdown and realisation that, like most things in life, in the ultimate washup, all the flash suits, good drugs, pimped out scooters and huge parties can end up feeling reasonably worthless, shallow and very, very fleeting . . . . . hold onto your friends, enjoy their company, cherish that shit, it's for real . . . .

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