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There was an interview with Meadows on, I think, BBC4 the other day, in which he discussed his reasons for making the movie. Which seemed to be fairly personal - When he was a bit younger, apparently, the characters he used to hang about with were in the habit of getting talking to whoever in the local boozer, inviting them back for a party, filling them full of LSD, and then presenting them with, say, a bloodstained carving knife, just to see if they could cope. In a room full of people they'd suddenly realise were total strangers - I mean, can you imagine ?
As with A Room For Romeo Brass, which, while being on the face of it quite different, is still very much about the darker side of a certain strand of UK drug culture, it's such a good film because I dare say he's been there, and has to make this stuff almost as a form of personal exorcism - The last thing he seems to want to do is present himself as an f-ed up artiste, or anything like that, but still, and as much as I think the guy's a genius, I sort of hope for his sake he's run out of autobiographical material.
Even though, as a fan, I'll be first in the queue if it turns out he hasn't. |
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