Duranalysis: The Wild Boys

Television has been sheer crap lately. I’m sick of recaps. Let’s do something different, shall we?

Specifically, let’s do some Duran Duran. I’m going to start reviewing vintage Duran Duran music videos from the early 1980s. I could come up with reasons -- their shiny new album is about to be released in the US, they’re on tour here right now, my dear friend Morgan Dodge recently gave me a copy of Andy Taylor’s memoir, which has sparked a weird Duranny renaissance in me -- but mostly it’s because I like Duran Duran, I like their videos, I’m feeling nostalgic for a certain lost period in time, and I need a change of pace on this site.

I don’t see any benefit to working through their video history chronologically, so this will be haphazard and piecemeal, with reviews getting posted whenever I feel like doing them, drawn from random points in the band’s career. First up is “The Wild Boys,” because it’s a damn fine song and a damn fine video.

Before I launch into the analysis, here’s a quick rundown of the boys of Duran Duran:

Simon Le Bon
Vocalist, bon vivant, rapscallion, flirt. I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Simon for penning some of most of the evocative/ confounding /nonsensical /awesome pop lyrics of all time; honestly, I don’t know how many e-mails I’ve fired off using the subject header, “Your telephone’s been ringing while you’re dancing in the rain.” Ditto for, “Cherry ice-cream smile, I suppose it’s very nice.” A gleefully larger-than-life character, Simon also has a deliriously entertaining Twitter account.

John Taylor
Bass guitarist, all-purpose heartthrob. Tall, willowy and lovely, John is the most classically handsome of the bunch (now there’s a statement designed to spark conflict -- yes, boys, you’re all very pretty; I’m just giving a slight edge to John and his stellar bone structure). If we gauge the popularity of the individual band members strictly based on the total number of glossy centerfolds in my stack of era-appropriate BOP and Tiger Beat magazines (which I’m pretty sure is the most accurate and scientific way of doing this), John wins by a healthy margin. Can’t be certain, but there might be some odd correlation between John’s staggering beauty and his wild popularity. Like Simon, John has embraced Twitter. Seems like a genuinely cool, sweet-natured guy.

Nick Rhodes
Keyboardist, enfant terrible, magical pixie. Aw, Nick. I adore Nick. The youngest and strangest Duran, Nick is a baby ocelot set loose in a basket of puppies. The mere sight of Nick -- lovely, fussy, clothes-whore Nick, Nick of the heavy makeup and the ever-changing gravity-defying hairstyles -- always fills me with giddy delight. Unlike John and Simon, Nick is not currently on Twitter. This is a shame, because I bet his tweets would be freaking magical. To fill that void, here’s an awkward and gloriously vapid bit from Nick’s appearance on a 1985 episode of MTV’s Andy Warhol’s Fifteen Minutes. If someone distilled all the bizarreness of the pop-culture scene of the first half of the eighties into a single moment, the result might be this clip, in which a dazzled, enchanted Warhol gazes upon the splendor of Nick and murmurs wistfully, “You look so beautiful in this light.”

Andy Taylor
Guitarist, troublemaker. A rock-and-roll man who somehow ended up in a glamorous pop band, Andy has quit the group more than once and is the only one of the original lineup not presently affiliated with Duran Duran in any way. In 2008, Andy published a memoir, Wild Boy: My Life in Duran Duran, in which he takes pains not to burn too many bridges (by Andy’s account, apart from a little wholly unsurprising recreational drug usage, the boys were a suspiciously well-behaved bunch during their heyday), yet which still manages to be pretty darn entertaining. In his book, Andy stops just short of spelling out how much he despises Nick’s enchanting magical-pixie guts, but the message comes across nonetheless.

Roger Taylor
Drummer, enigma. Roger has a well-documented aversion to fame and attention (somewhere out there, Simon and Nick are blinking adorably in confusion at this concept). Like Andy, Roger has quit the band a time or two in the past, though he’s currently an active member. Seems like a nice chap. Plenty cute, too.


The video for "The Wild Boys" came out in 1984 and was directed by Russell Mulcahy, who, in addition to helming the (awesome) first Highlander film, also directed a slew of Duran Duran’s iconic early videos -- “Rio,” “Hungry Like The Wolf,” “Save a Prayer,” etcetera. Mulcahy optioned the rights to William S. Burroughs’s scattered, feverish, sleazy dystopian novel, The Wild Boys: A Book of the Dead, with an eye toward making it into a movie, then asked the band to write an appropriate song for it. The lavish, expensive, no-holds-barred video was meant to serve as something of a teaser for the prospective movie, which never came to fruition. But the video endures, and it’s a doozy, in the best possible way.

Opening scenes: Flame-spitting uniformed schoolboys destroy an abandoned schoolroom, and a creepy animatronic head (which also spits flames -- we’re in for a surprising amount of flame-spitting here) watches a video of Duran Duran performing.


Meanwhile, in what looks like a vast, run-down underground fortress (there’s a pyramid, and scaffolding, and cliffs, and platforms, and a freaking lagoon… it’s all kind of epic and overwhelming), a bunch of loincloth-and-feather-clad men dance around in an ecstatic frenzy. Lots of high kicks and balletic leaps. Which, given the loincloths, is certainly attention-getting.


Also? Some of the men appear to be mutants. We’re in post-apocalyptic territory here. Just go with it.


And here’s Simon: He’s clad in leather and is strapped to a gigantic rickety spinning windmill. On every rotation, poor Simon’s head gets dunked in the lagoon. Trooper that he is, he keeps on singing all the while. Not just singing -- he’s full-on rocking out, gesticulating wildly with his arms and throwing his head back and wriggling his hips. Simon is not a man to do things in half-measures. He commits.


Nick, meanwhile, is trapped in a cage in the middle of the chamber. Heh. Nick. For this video, all the boys are wearing distressed leather outfits, Mad Max-style, to look appropriately battered and war-torn and post-apocalyptic. Nick’s outfit, however, is the only one that’s covered with shiny jewels. Why, yes, there is behind-the-scenes footage floating out there of wee dainty Nick, happy as a strangely glamorous clam while looking even more Muppetty than usual, taking the initiative to glue sparkly baubles all over his costume, which he had deemed insufficiently fabulous. Nick, you’re a living treasure.


(Digression: Thus far, I’ve been proceeding under the assumption that anyone interested enough to read this already possesses at least a working knowledge of Duran Duran. Hence, I haven’t bothered dredging up the usual factoids -- John Taylor and Andy Taylor and Roger Taylor are totally unrelated to each other! They’re from Birmingham, UK! The band is named after a character in Barbarella! -- because I figure it’s old news. But just in case anyone is diving in here without knowing the vast and storied history of Duran Duran… Nick is straight, y’all. Got married around the time this video came out, has a kid, is still periodically linked to various glamorous and high-profile women. I point this out only because: a) this is maaaaaaaybe not immediately apparent upon one’s first visit to Planet Nick, and b) Nick’s fluid sexual identity touches on some fascinating and optimistic things about the growing uselessness of gender boundaries: So we have this androgynous little sylph who’s attracted to girls but who has gravitated toward some very stereotypically “female” traits -- the hair, the makeup, the love of fashion and sparkly things, the daintiness -- and who’s comfortable enough in his own skin to plant himself squarely on the gender line in a large-scale public manner. He’s not the first to try this -- just look at Bowie, and hell, all the other Duran Duran boys wore their share of makeup during this time -- but it’s hard to think of another public figure who took it to Nick’s level. Short version of all that: I think Nick’s a cool little guy. Also? Total chick magnet. Don’t know exactly why or how, but whatever he’s doing works like catnip.)

Enough with the digression. Back to the Durans in peril!

So Nick’s stuck in a cage, where he’s fretting sexily while fiddling around with a pile of electronic equipment. One of the feral mutant lads scuttles up to him and secretly passes what looks like a metal disk to him through the bars.


Piecing together these little scraps of information and making some crazy deductive leaps, I’m guessing the mutant is an ally who’s helping Nick build something to facilitate an escape. I can’t really speak to Nick’s electrical know-how or mechanical prowess, but my gut feeling is that if you’re being held captive in an underground fortress by a feral band of mutants and your best chance of escape hinges upon Nick Rhodes spot-welding a circuit board… you’re screwed.

I am, of course, extrapolating wildly from the miniscule snippets of information we’re given and drawing conclusions that may be totally off-base. It’s also entirely possible the mutant dude just scuttled up and handed the pretty caged boy a cookie.

Let’s check in with John: He’s strapped down across the hood of a car, forced to stare up at a television monitor, which is broadcasting images of… his own beautiful face. The inhuman fiends! Such torment! John writhes and writhes against his bonds. Writhe, John! Writhe!


Yeah. This is a really good video.


It’s pretty much unapologetic fetish fuel, start to finish: You’ve got these loincloth-wearing feral mutants who have bound or caged our boys and are keeping them around for some unspecified but no doubt unsavory purpose. Given the source material, sex is not an outlandish guess (raise your hand if you’ve ever hacked your way through a Burroughs novel. I’m pretty much spot-on, yes?).

Or, getting my mind out of the gutter, maybe the feral mutants just needed a house band.

More high kicks in loincloths! One of the mutants catapults himself over Nick’s cage, which causes Nick to fret sexily some more. There’s also some guy flying around the chamber on makeshift wings. Naturally.


Simon wriggles his way free of the windmill and splashes around in the lagoon, which turns out to be populated by sharp-toothed mutant albino fish, one of which tries to chew his face off. Simon is not daunted. It takes more than toothy mutant fish to keep Simon Le Bon down.


At this point, the video remembers there are a couple of other band members whom we haven’t yet seen: Andy is bound high up on the scaffolding, clutching his guitar, kicking at some of the mutants who keep grabbing at his legs.


For his part, Roger is floating up near the ceiling of the chamber in his own little hot-air balloon, and this is the point where I realize it’s a sucker’s game to try to impose too much logical structure onto a Duran Duran video. It’s like trying to explain a dream to someone, where you end up having to make up details to bridge gaps in logic to have it make any kind of coherent sense. Roger’s dangling from a hot-air balloon. Just… go with it. Let the video wash over you. Just stare at those pretty English boys in their cute leather outfits and stop trying to beat it into a traditional narrative framework.


Simon makes his way to land, then reaches a hand up to an unseen figure. Andy? Maybe Roger?


And then we rather abruptly cut to a ticker tape parade, in which all of Duran Duran drive victoriously through the now-empty chamber, having apparently escaped from their bonds and vanquished the loincloth-garbed mutants in some part of the video we didn’t get to see.


…the hell?

I get it: It’s a music video, not a movie, and the focus is on presenting a series of evocative images, not having everything make perfect sense. Still, I can’t help feeling like we’ve been cheated out of some awesome epic battle scenes. There’s not a lot I wouldn’t give for just a few precious seconds of seeing petite, pretty Nick locked in mortal combat with a feral mutant.

There’s an extended version of this video, which includes another three minutes of footage, but… look, I’ve already written over two thousand words on a four-minute video, which I think is plenty, so I’m going to gloss over the rest. The extended version factors into Arena (An Absurd Notion), Duran Duran’s 1984 concert video, in which concert footage is bridged together with a framing device involving the band’s namesake, Milo O’Shea’s Durand Durand character from Barbarella. The long version features more high-kicking dance numbers, some bare breasts (there’s a Wild Girl or two amongst the feral boys in this version), some special effects that have not withstood the stampede of technical progress, and more footage of Simon strapped to the damn windmill. Simon is an awesome force of nature, and he’s got charisma and energy seeping out of his pores; he takes the lead in pretty much every single video, as he absolutely should, but here’s something no one has ever said about a Duran Duran video: “I think that needed more Simon.”

Anyway. It’s a fabulous project, start to finish, chock full of fantastic images. Truth be told, my whole Preppies of the Apocalypse conceit probably found its genesis in this video -- I love the idea of stranding the most improbable party, be it prep school boys or pale, pretty English pop stars, in a nightmarish post-apocalyptic wasteland and seeing how well they’d fare. In the case of Duran Duran? They fared pretty damn well.


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Comments

Ingrid Richter said…
Hooray! Love that you're starting in on Duran Duran music video reviews, Morgan, and Wild Boys is probably my favorite of the batch.

Assuming that music videos have an internal logic (they don't), who exactly is throwing the ticker tape parade for Duran Duran? We, the viewing audience? The defeated wild boys? Or did Nick rig up some device that would dump confetti remotely on them as they drove by? In which case, he truly is awesome.
Ingrid Richter said…
I also suspect the rest of the Duran Duran members (in character) held a bit of a grudge against John and his light treatment at the hands of the wild boys.

Simon: "I nearly drowned and had to fight off creepy mutant monsters underwater!"

Nick: "I was caged and attacked repeatedly, fighting for my life!"

Andy: "I had to shake off rabid wild boys while grabbing onto scaffolding!"

Roger: "I was in a balloon and there were fire spouts and evil flying wild boys trying to take me down!"

John: "... I was tied to a car and had to confront my inner demons by watching videos of myself. The wild boys pretty much left me alone, but it really sucked."

Totally unsympathetic.
Morgan Richter said…
Blogger ate my first attempt to reply to you, dammit. Let's try this again:

who exactly is throwing the ticker tape parade for Duran Duran?

It's a mystery. I guess we can extrapolate that the boys had enough secret allies amongst their captors (in addition to the dude passing things to Nick, in the long version we see the guy with wings helping Simon out of the lagoon) who helped them stage a revolt, then threw them a celebratory parade?

(I'm far too tickled by the notion of Nick as a secret mechanical whiz. You have to admit, the mental picture of Nick wielding power tools is sort of irresistible.)

John: "... I was tied to a car and had to confront my inner demons by watching videos of myself. The wild boys pretty much left me alone, but it really sucked."

Heh, yes, John and his inner demons. Oh, no! They're making me watch videos of myself! The agony!

(Not directly Wild Boys-related, but still plenty interesting: There's an awesome and lengthy new (as in, published yesterday) interview with Duran Duran at The Quietus, which provides an interesting then-and-now comparison study. If I were Nick, I'd get Andy Warhol's famous/infamous quote about him -- "I love him. I worship him. I masturbate to Duran Duran videos" -- embroidered on a sofa cushion or something, because that's gold.)
Ingrid Richter said…
I love the idea of Nick furiously working on a device to rain tickertape down on them:

"I may not know how I'm getting out of this cage or how we'll escape, but by gum, we'll a tickertape parade once we're free."

Still reading that excellent interview...
Morgan Richter said…
"I may not know how I'm getting out of this cage or how we'll escape, but by gum, we'll a tickertape parade once we're free."

Well, yeah. Clearly, anyone who gets caught in a post-apocalyptic hellhole while covered in sparkly jewels is going to be more concerned with planning the fabulous post-escape celebration than planning the actual, like, escape part. Nick has priorities.
Morgan Richter said…
(Isn't that interview fantastic, by the way? Love them discussing the difference between the two Duran Duran side bands: Arcadia ("the most pretentious album ever made") and Power Station ("the most cocainey album ever made"). Good stuff.)
Morgan Dodge said…
Having been on the receiving end of more than one Duran lyric email, I think this post has been a long time coming.

I have now gotten on board with the division between Arcadia (pretentious) and Power Station (cocainey). I suppose I might be more pretentious than cocainey myself?

To be clear, I was about 13 when it came out. If it wasn't one of the Duran Duran breast-videos, I didn't pay too much attention to the video. This was has always kinda been that Mad Max-esque one with the windmill and the story about Simon Le Bon almost drowning that he says never actually happened.

How much do you reckon that creepy animatronic head cost?

Now that I read your review I'm confused. I always assumed that the Wild Boys were the band (who always shine!). But I guess the wild boys were the ones who were holding them captive?

The Ticker Tape would have more to do with their hero's welcome for having defeated the Wild Boys? Clearly any group of Wild boys who capture pretty pop-band boys are a public menace, and since they defeated them they deserve a parade and a heroes welcome? Maybe?

Huh. I feel like I've been living a lie. Duran Duran were not the wild boys after all.

Parenthetically, I kinda dig the new Duran Duran single. I wasn't into the last couple albums, but this thing sounds kinda fun.
Morgan Richter said…
(Is anyone having trouble with Blogger eating their comments when you submit them, or is it just me?)

I always assumed that the Wild Boys were the band (who always shine!). But I guess the wild boys were the ones who were holding them captive?

Heh. If you go by song lyrics, the band are definitely the Wild Boys. If you go by the Burroughs novel that inspired the video, it seems far more likely the Wild Boys are their captors. Frankly, they're all kind of wild, so I think either way is okay. I dodged the issue with my review by never directly referring to either party as wild boys. Problem solved!

I suppose I might be more pretentious than cocainey myself?

Ditto for me. Arcadia all the way.

Clearly any group of Wild boys who capture pretty pop-band boys are a public menace, and since they defeated them they deserve a parade and a heroes welcome? Maybe?

Certainly, but who in the hell is throwing them the parade? It's not like there's throngs of grateful people cheering on the sidelines -- the boys are just having their own lonely parade all by themselves. It's mysterious.

If it wasn't one of the Duran Duran breast-videos, I didn't pay too much attention to the video.

Not being all that into breasts myself (that will shock you, I know), I always liked their weird plot-videos (Union of the Snake, New Moon on Monday, View to a Kill) more than their exposed-breast videos (Girls on Film, The Chauffeur), even when the plots made no damn sense. I was just rewatching Union of the Snake when your comment came in... yeah, that one's a stumper.
Karen Burd said…
Omagawd, this blog post and the accompanying comments have quite possibly made my entire year thus far. All of it is true and absolutely hilarious! Stumbled on it somehow while looking for a pic of Simon to post as my Facebook profile pic (Simon's voice is having a major crisis right now, so the current Duranie Facebook meme is to post a shot of him as your profile pic until his voice is all fixed). Can't even begin to cite a favorite piece of the blog post 'cause the whole thing just sings. Fave comment is Morgan's "Arcadia (pretentious) and Power Station (cocainey)." I'm going to giggle over "cocainey" for about the next century. Absolutely fantastical. P.S.Sorry about cluttering things up with the posts I trashed! They were inexplicable double posts (annoying).
Morgan Richter said…
Hi, Karen! Thanks for commenting! I'm glad you enjoyed the post. Yeah, poor Simon's voice -- I hope it comes back very soon, because that's got to be extremely worrisome for him.

Sorry about cluttering things up with the posts I trashed! They were inexplicable double posts (annoying).

Yeah, that's totally not your fault -- comments mysteriously post multiple times sometimes. No worries.

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