The usual mine-sweep of the room to make sure that absolutely definitely nothing had been left in the room. Cleared out the safety deposit box then it was out into the streets for the last time. We journeyed down to Houston Street and walked along to the rather fine Angelika Film Center to see the 11am screening of NEW YORK DOLL.
It was great to see it again and it didn't take long for the first tear to well. The Angelika is at the top of Mercer Street where the Dolls played one of their most famous gigs so it was a great place to see the film. Happy to report that Owen liked it as much as I thought he would. Eeee it's been a while since I went filums on a Sunday morning!
We were about 20 minutes late for lunch with Suzanne at Niko's on Broadway at 76th Street. It was nice to finally meet up with her and tell her about all out adventures. Owen particularly enjoyed his pizza so it looks like we have made another culinary discovery!
Cabbed it back to the hotel, picked up the luggage then cabbed it again to Newark. The taxi driver took us down 5th Avenue then turned at Washington Square through the Village to get to the Holland tunnel which was a nice way to say goodbye to the city. Newark airport is a bit of a dump with unhelpful staff and the flight was as dreary as coming out so I shall leave our New York trip there. It was a really fun holiday and it was nice to reacquaint myself with the city.
Went to see my only film in this year's London Film Festival this afternoon, NEW YORK DOLL a documentary on the one-time New York Dolls bassist Arthur 'Killer' Kane. I saw the 2004 Festival Hall gig covered in the film with her Dawness so 'twas right and fitting to see the film together too.
The shortish film - a mere 75 minutes - is directed by Greg Whiteley who met Kane at the Church of Latter Day Saints in LA where the former 70s rock star had found work in the Family History department. Mormonism had been a lifeline to him after a lengthy alcohol problem and a suicide attempt after the end of his marriage. The film follows the tall but strangely ethereal Arthur, taking the bus to work, going about his day job, to the news that Morrissey wants the three surviving members of the New York Dolls to fly to London to play at the Meltdown Festival he was curating.
This stroke of good luck for the film maker meant that the footage he had of Arthur talking about his journey 'from rock star to rock bottom' could form the basis of a proper film. Indeed 10 minutes of the interview footage has been previously seen in the extras on the Festival Hall gig dvd.
The events that shaped Arthur's early life are left out, his troubled family life hinted at when he reveals that he only found out about his father's death by idly going through the Family History Records where he worked. The Dolls' years are alluded to throughout the film but this too is kept to a minumum and it's just over halfway though before the deaths of Johnny Thunders and Jerry Nolan are mentioned, events which he is strangely never asked about.
However the film really kicks into gear with the offer of the reunion and Arthur's tremulous optimism that his biggest dream is coming true - the chance to play with estranged friends David Johansen and Sylvain Sylvain once more and to show the world what it's been missing for thirty years - is wonderfully infectious and makes their London triumph all the more deserved. However fate had not finished with Arthur....
The film includes interviews with Bob Geldof, Chrissie Hynde, Mick Jones, Iggy Pop, Don Letts and, of course, Morrissey. Indeed the use of his Smiths song PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME GET WHAT I WANT is poignantly used. If you hear of this film playing - and so far I don't think it's been picked up for GB distribution - I do urge you to see it.
The first time I heard about the New York Dolls was in 1973 when I saw their poster in Biba announcing they were going to play the rooftop Rainbow Room. I remember being fascinated by the famous group shot with a combatative Johansen - if I had only had the courage to buy a ticket... £2.50 including dinner!
I can only claim the giddyness of youth.
It was great to see it again and it didn't take long for the first tear to well. The Angelika is at the top of Mercer Street where the Dolls played one of their most famous gigs so it was a great place to see the film. Happy to report that Owen liked it as much as I thought he would. Eeee it's been a while since I went filums on a Sunday morning!
