Nicolas Roeg

The week before last was a strange week. I ended up blowing the last of my salary seeing Nicolas Roes films at the BFI/NFT. This was part of the reason I have had to spend the past week eating liver on toast (cheap meal). Still, had to be done though, eh?

Nicolas Roeg made difficult “arty” films that explored themes such as obsession, and the dark side of human nature. They also feature a lot of nudity, so obviously I’m a big fan.

His most famous film is Don’t Look Now, starring Donald Sutherland and Julie Christie. This was to be the last film screened in the season, but I couldn’t attend as I had a nasty cold on the actual day. I was also meant to be a going to a mate’s birthday party afterwards so it was a double-annoyance that I was ill.

The films I did manage to see were: Performance, Walkabout, The Man Who Fell to Earth, Castaway and Bad Timing.

Performance in a London gangster film with art-house pretensions. It stars Mick Jagger and it’s alright.

Walkabout is my favourite of his films – it features lots of nakedness from a very young and lovely Jenny Agutter. Phwoar. The book that it is adapted from is well worth a read too.

The Man Who Fell to Earth has David Bowie playing an alien – and to be honest – it’s a bit long-winded and boring. It is interesting to note, however, that David Bowie has bright orange nipples. I don’t think this is any kind of makeup special effects malarkey – his nipples really are that colour. Imagine what his balls looks like.

Castaway features Oliver Reed and lots of Amanda Donohoe’s bare flesh on a tropical island. Nice.

Bad Timing is also great – it features a scene where Art Garfunkle rapes an overdosed woman. The fact that it’s called Bad Timing makes this scene seem all the more funny/warped.

The thing that disturbs me most about Nicolas Roeg’s films is his tendency to feature woman with hairy armpits. I’m not even exaggerating here – he does it in every film. It alarms me. I went out with a girl once who decided she was going to let her armpit hair grow, and this may sound a bit extreme, but after she announced this – I started to hate her a little bit. We didn’t last long.




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