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| Ewan McGregor | ... | Curt Wild | |
| Jonathan Rhys Meyers | ... | Brian Slade | |
| Christian Bale | ... | Arthur Stuart | |
| Toni Collette | ... | Mandy Slade | |
| Eddie Izzard | ... | Jerry Devine | |
| Emily Woof | ... | Shannon | |
| Michael Feast | ... | Cecil | |
| Janet McTeer | ... | Female Narrator (voice) | |
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Mairead McKinley | ... | Wilde Housemaid (as Maraid McKinley) |
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Luke Morgan Oliver | ... | Oscar Wilde (8) |
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Osheen Jones | ... | Jack Fairy (7) |
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Micko Westmoreland | ... | Jack Fairy |
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Damian Suchet | ... | BBC Reporter |
| Danny Nutt | ... | Kissing Sailor | |
| Wash Westmoreland | ... | Young Man | |
London, 1971 - Flower Power is on the wane and floundering hippie troubadour Brian Slade feels old-fashioned and out of step until he experiences the raw power of rock musician and exhibitionist Curt Wild at a live concert. Smitten and inspired, Slade rises from the ashes of fussy brocade, reincarnating as the ambiguous pop-rock God/dess of platinum dust and phoenix feathers, Maxwell Demon. His alluring androgynous imagery and the seductive sounds his 'glitter rock' seduce teenagers across the world, offering refuge for the weird and unwanted with the promise of an everything-goes hedonism. At the height of his fame and cultural influence, he plots his sensational demise to escape, alienating his fans and falling into obscurity. On the 10th anniversary of the character assassination, journalist Arthur Stuart investigates Slade's disappearance, forcing him to revisit his own confusing teenage identity crisis and rebirth mirroring that of his idol Brian Slade. Written by Mae Moreno
Velvet Goldmine is a perfectly good idea, and is essentially a loving homage to a bygone era, that of 70's glam rock. Christian Bale is fine as a journalist who on hearing disturbing news of his teen-era idol, has flashbacks telling the story of his immersion in the world of glam rock and the seventies music scene. Unfortunately this idol is a thinly disguised thumbnail sketch (you might even say parody) of David Bowie. The other main character is an equally pointless caricature of Iggy Pop. The story takes some elements of the story of their careers in the mid seventies and goes its merry way. This would be fine but for one major flaw: the music is not Bowie/Iggy. It is originally produced glam rock pastiche and is so awful the appeal of the era would be mystifying to someone unfamiliar with it. Who then would like this film? I have no idea. Todd Haynes must love Bowie, if not why make a film which is so transparently about him? Does he think his film shows 70's glam in a favourable light in any way? As a huge fan of both Bowie and Iggy pop, I think Velvet Goldmine is utterly appalling.