Velvet Goldmine

In the glittering aftermath of Britain’s 1970s glam‑rock explosion, neon lights and sequined costumes still pulse through nightclubs and smoky concert halls, echoing a culture where music, fashion, and identity collide in a riot of colour. The scene is as much a refuge for self‑discovery as it is a stage for spectacle, and its glittered façades mask the restless yearning of those who dared to live louder than the world would allow.

Arthur Stuart arrives from the world of print journalism, carrying the quiet weight of personal doubts and the yearning to understand a legend whose very name sparked revolutions of style and sexuality. He is drawn into a maze of memories, interviews, and whispered anecdotes, each offering a fragment of a larger portrait that blurs the line between myth and man.

Brian Slade looms large in that myth—a charismatic, boundary‑pushing superstar whose flamboyant persona defined an era. His spectacular rise was matched only by his sudden, enigmatic withdrawal from the spotlight, an act that sent shockwaves through fans and critics alike. The rumor of a staged demise only deepens the intrigue, turning his legacy into a living, breathing puzzle that beckons curious souls.

Entangled in this tapestry are the people who shared his orbit: Mandy, the wife whose early days with Slade were steeped in love‑laden optimism; Curt Wild, an American rocker whose own flamboyance mirrored and challenged Slade’s, forging a connection that sparked both artistic brilliance and inner turbulence. As Arthur wades through their recollections, the film envelops the viewer in a world where glitter hides vulnerability, fame masks longing, and every chord struck reverberates with the promise of uncovering what lies beneath the dazzling surface.

Last Updated: August 10, 2025 at 13:00