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Published on 7/24/08
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Velvet Goldmine (1998)
Amy Plitt, editorial coordinator
THEN
When I was 15, I was preoccupied with Ewan McGregor’s penis. The reason: Velvet Goldmine, Todd Haynes’s love letter to ’70s glam rock. When I saw the film (my sister helped me sneak into the theater), I was enthralled and aroused by all of the pretty, pretty boys making out while covered in glitter. My sister was too: We saw it five times. And, um, threw a Velvet Goldmine party when it came out on VHS.
NOW
Would I recommend watching a film that fueled one’s teenage fantasies with one’s new spouse? Yes and no. I did get to show my husband one of my favorite movies; on the other hand, I still squeal during the penis scene (in which an eyelinered Ewan smears himself with glitter and drops trou). Though not as all-consuming, that tingly feeling is still there. And I still think leather pants and makeup on men are totally hot.
Residual hotness: 4 out of 6