Veteran mods in bad pop music shocker
When Terence Stamp and Vanessa Redgrave were fresh unknowns, they helped make swinging London swing in daring pictures like "The Collector" and "Modesty Blaise", "Morgan!" and "Blow-Up".
Those days, you didn't have to go far to find a vital and astonishing music scene percolating in the clubs. On a given night, depending on their tastes, Terence and Vanessa might have dug any number of hot R&B combos, American jazz and blues players, folk singers or spotty-faced budding rock stars of enormous talent - maybe catch Hamish Grimes onstage at the Marquee, babbling about some "blueswailing" youngsters - what were they called - the Yardbirds? Or Bert Jansch or John Lee Hooker or Graham Bond or Nina Simone or the Animals or Dylan or...
Well, my point is, they may be old now but I guarantee you don't have to teach them or their generation about what's hip. They were there when it mattered. And to suggest that gathering them up in a chorus and forcing them to sing "Let's talk about sex, baby..." and other such sparklers from today's desiccated pop songbook is somehow doing them a favor is a bit ironic.
(I haven't seen this film, this is based solely on my reaction to the trailer, for all I know it could be a masterpiece, but my heart still goes out to Terence and Vanessa and any screen vet who has to take roles like this when you know they know better.)