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Brest thinks he needs three endless hours to turn Death into a glam and fully cuddlesome character. And as we watch his movie (a remake of 1934's blessedly brief Death Takes a Holiday, in which Fredric March played the title role) slowly disappear into the blond hole of Pitt's affectlessness, we have plenty of time to observe just how profoundly he has misconceived Death. As anyone whose house he has visited can tell you, he's a vicious, merciless anarchist. Maybe Max von Sydow is now all wrong for the part. And we can certainly be glad Robin...
...talk of a trend in the '90s, of course, has to be tempered by the consideration that this is a pick-'n'-package decade, its denizens choosing parts of many eras and repackaging them for easier and faster consumption. Witness the mini glam-rock revival rippling through the culture just this month. Regard for the Contemporary style, as this breed of modernism is often known, has risen steadily, however. "After living in one of these homes for a week," says Koenig of his designs, "people can never go back to a conventional house with little windows...
...Tucci, the co-writer, co-director and star of everyone's favorite Italian-food film, Big Night, has created a shipful of fools in his farce The Impostors. Todd Haynes, known for his furtive, paranoid parables Poison and Safe, goes wide-screen and handsome to summon the ghosts of glam-rock in Velvet Goldmine...
...consumed by success, whereas the real Bowie always looked in control of his eminence. But, hey, you go to a musical for the numbers, which are brilliantly conceived and played. Does the milieu seem starched, grandiose, fake? Why, sure. "The whole film is faux," Haynes says, "because everything in glam rock came from somebody else." Goldmine is like a cover recording that's better--certainly cannier, maybe more decadent--than the original...
That's certainly the case with the late-'70s metropolitan New York division, in Mark Christopher's 54. We are yanked back to Studio 54, the trash-glam Manhattan disco where, for a few years, simply everyone who did anyone was desperate to be seen. They had a blast at this all-night carnival of drugs, booze, sex, and a lot of pretty people who tawked funny. And the funniest was 54's co-owner and host Steve Rubell, the Elsa Maxwell of sleaze...