Control

I finally got around to watching Control tonight, and I must say that I'm conflicted. It's a well-made film, certainly, but I don't think it was half the film that 24 Hour Party People was. I guess, perhaps partly what's going through my head right now, partly because I think New Order are the better band overall, but I've never really bought into the Curtis Myth fully. And the film does nothing to help me, either; instead, it's an hour and a half of Curtis treating his wife like dirt, feeling a little remorse, and the killing himself. Obviously, it's a gross oversimplification, and the drugs cocktail he was on was probably a big contributing factor to some of his behaviour, but still.

(I also was a teensy bit peeved at the constant mocking of Bernard Sumner, especially when Martin Hannett snaps at him in the studio while the genius Curtis was recording. Seeing as how Sumner turned out to be Factory's unsung production hero, it seems a little harsh here. Also, Hannett is never actually mentioned by name, which is a shame considering how important he was to the Joy Division sound)

It did look wonderful, though. There's a scene just after Debbie has the baby, where Ian stands outside a hospital corridor that struck me as quietly beautiful. And I did like the scene at the end; Sumner, Hook, and Gretton are sitting in the pub, desolate, where they're joined by the other two, Morris and a girl who's supposed to be Gillian. A new order just waiting to be formed...

currently playing: Lykke Li – I'm Good, I'm Gone
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