Yesterday was the second time I watched Velvet Goldmine and it still grips me. When I watch it, it doesn't seem to be just a fictional biography of a man. It's a fairy tale. It's a fairy tale about the age of Glam Rock and it makes me wonder if such an age ever existed. It seems too fantastic. To them, only love and freedom mattered. A world away from what we see every day. I hate to admit it, but sometimes I wish I could just walk in through the screen and get stuck in that bizarree time of platform shoes and glitter. Lots and lots of glitter. Plus it's needless to say that this was the movie where I fell in love with Jonathan Rhys Meyer's acting. And now I'm hooked and I don't think it will end any time soon. I suppose it helps to fuel my devotion his talent in both acting and singing and the fact that the man has godly looks. What I wouldn't give to meet that man just once while he's still so young.