Nick Rhodes, Duran Duran’s
eternal pixie, turns fifty today. To
mark this august occasion, I’ve thrown together a special bonus Duranalysis:
Arcadia’s 1985 video for “Election Day.”
Plans were originally in
place to have Ridley Scott (!) direct this, but when his production schedule
for Legend conflicted, Scott suggested Roger Christian,
who’d been his art director on Alien, as a replacement.
Christian, the Academy Award-winning set designer of Star Wars
(and the future director of, ah, Battlefield Earth; I
haven’t seen it, so I shan’t judge or mock, though I may quietly snicker, just
a little), established a gorgeous visual style; really, you’d be hard-pressed
to find a better-looking video.
Still, I have mixed
feelings about this one. There’s a
passage in Rolling Stone journalist Rob Sheffield’s
coming-of-age memoir, Talking To Girls About Duran Duran, in
which he refers, with affection, to the band’s “bat-shit pretensions.” I’m hesitant to give Nick and Simon too much
flack here, because Duran Duran’s quest to synthesize pop music and art is one
of its noblest achievements, but…
look, Nick envisioned this video as an homage to the films of the
mid-century French surrealist Jean Cocteau.
Brace yourself for some bat-shit pretensions.
There are two versions of
this video; I’m going to focus on the extended cut, which is about twice as
long. Granted, most of that extra time
is filled with shots of Nick and Simon shuffling around spastically like
they’re auditioning for Sprockets, but it also has a bit
more of a cohesive narrative than the short version. Here we go:
We open at some kind of
fancy party, which is taking place in a… well, I’m not really sure. Contemporary mansion? Warehouse? Catacombs?
Crumbling Gothic manor? Could be any or
all. Simon and Nick stroll inside. Wow.
Remember their proto-Goth Arcadia images -- the spiky black hair, the
black clothes, the dark eyebrows and heavy eyeliner -- in the “Goodbye is
Forever” video? Now crank that up to
eleven. With his dark suit and grim
countenance, Simon looks like a funereal groom trudging down the aisle, with
Nick flanking him as his malevolent corpse bride. They look glamorous and evil, like a pair of supervillains from
the best Roger Moore-era James Bond film never made.
Slithery men and dead-eyed
women in stiletto heels and latex micro-dresses writhe about in an overheated
manner. Some guy slumps against a wall, unconscious or dead. So, pretty much a typical evening at Chez Le
Bon, circa 1985.
The boys split up. Simon spends most of the video dancing and
nuzzling with a succession of leggy, scantily-clad beauties, leaving Nick to
carry the bulk of this video’s weirdness on his slim shoulders. Nick is more than up to the challenge.
Nick slinks up to an
artist sketching on the wall -- he appears to be drawing an image of either
Simon or Nick, but let’s face it, a whole lot of people in 1985 had that
hairstyle -- and places a black-gloved hand across the drawing. Undeterred, the artist scribbles something
-- an earring, looks like -- right across Nick’s palm.
Nick then skulks off,
pausing at frequent intervals to pout sexily and strike stylized poses. You know, I’d have more patience with this
video if everyone would stop slinking and posing and just move at a natural
pace. In the time it takes Nick to
glide his way down a staircase, Simon manages to sing almost an entire
verse. While Nick slithers down the
stairs, legendary author William S. Burroughs ogles him from a nearby alcove.
Yeah. William Burroughs appeared in an Arcadia
video. Weird, right? Sure, there’s that whole established
Burroughs/Duran Wild Boys connection, but I think the common
(and probably correct) assumption is that none of the Durans had
read any Burroughs before cheerfully plunging in to shoot a
video based on his works. I can’t speak
for everyone, but whenever I read Burroughs’s feverish prose -- the gore, the
rapes, the scat, the squick, the violence -- none of it really screams “Duran
Duran” to me.
(I should point out that I can’t say with 100% certainty that that’s Burroughs. It sure looks like him, signature hat and all, and there’s a lot of unsubstantiated anecdotal chatter -- hi, Wikipedia! -- about his appearance here, but I haven’t found a trustworthy source to confirm this. On the official Duran Duran website, when asked about this video, Nick brought up some of the notables involved in it -- for instance, Linda Evangelista appears as one of the party guests -- but made no mention of Burroughs. Offhand, you’d think he’d have something to say about a cameo appearance from one of the most influential novelists of the 20th century. So I’m putting this only at a semi-firm “probably.” I try to keep my facts straight, but I am by no means a Duran expert. As always, kids: If you’re writing a thesis on the boys, please triple-check everything I say.)
Simon is still occupied
with various leggy women on the dance floor.
Nick enters a dining room filled with awkwardly-writhing people. He exacerbates the awkwardness by doing a
bizarre dance routine with his walking stick.
The choreography, by the
way, is the work of Bruno Tonioli, who is probably best known to American
television audiences as one of the judges on Dancing With the
Stars, but who forever holds a special place in my heart for his role
as the sexy pantsless doorman whom Elton tips in glitter in the Russell
Mulcahy-directed “I’m Still Standing” video.
Man. “I’m Still Standing.” Now that’s a video.
Nick plays with a crystal
bluebird for a while, then loiters sexily in a hallway. He passes a crystal to a red-haired woman,
who then joins two other women at a table for a game of dice.
Lit candelabra in hand,
Nick slinks along a wall embedded with stone faces. Between the candelabra and the billowing curtains in the
background, he’s just a flowing white nightgown away from becoming the heroine
of a creepy Gothic novel. In the
Arcadia videos, when he doesn’t have a gaggle of other Durans around to dilute
him, Nick’s dazzling, glorious oddness comes out front and center.
Simon glowers in front of some runes. Due to my Nickcentric world view, I seem to be giving Simon the short end of the stick here, which is a shame -- he looks fantastic, he sounds great, and he’s showing lots of personality and charisma. It’s just… great merciful Zeus, just look at Nick in this video. Much as with “The Flame” and “Goodbye is Forever,” he’s operating on his own astral plane of bizarre awesomeness.
Because things haven’t
been quite strange enough thus far… Four shirtless, muscular men with horse
heads rise up from smoke-billowing trapdoors.
While the shadow of one of the man-horse hybrids looms large on the wall
behind him, Nick plays toreador with a short-skirted partygoer.
On the Duran Duran website, Simon and Nick point out that this man-horse business is a reference
to a scene in Cocteau’s Testament of Orpheus. Totally true. 100% accurate. Still, this is tickling
some memory cells. Half-naked muscular
men wearing horse heads, cavorting with attractive women in a sexualized
manner… Haven’t we seen this someplace
before in a Duran-related context?
Ah, yes. There we go. The “Girls on Film” video.
Once is a Cocteau tribute; twice is a fetish. Okay, boys, time to ‘fess up.
Whose personal kink is this?
Simon? Nick? This is yours, Nick, right?
(Unsubstantiated “Election
Day” rumor #2: Word has it that one of the horse-man hybrids is played by burly
comedic actor Patrick Warburton, Paddy on Seinfeld and the
star of the live-action Tick series. Once again, I can find no reputable source
to confirm this -- hell, I didn’t even find this on Wikipedia; this came
straight from the mouths of YouTube commenters -- but it’s so delightfully
random that I really hope it’s true.)
There’s still more of this
video to get through, but since it mostly consists of close to three minutes of
Simon and Nick bopping and gyrating in a stilted, robotic manner, I’m going to
wrap this up quickly and end it here.
2 comments:
Morgan,I loved the site and your witty, charming, wry, cruel, ephemeral, hazardous writing. WAIT! I left out 'lovely' ... just stick it in the above anyplace. NO, not there! Some other anyplace. I have found, through numerous walks with you, we are disturbingly similar in our thought processes. I have printed the following and taped it on the wall "The concept comes from a screenplay I wrote in the late 1990s, in which a couple of adorable young prep school students, armed only with their quick wits and lacrosse sticks, get stranded in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, where they're pursued by cannibals. To this day, I can't believe no one wanted to throw money at me to make it into a feature."
I want to throw money at you, in lightly stuffed pillow cases full of large $$bills so it won't hurt you.
Somebody give me money to throw!
Love,
--Uncle Joseephus
Thank you very much, Monkey Joe. Should you feel inclined to throw any pillowcase lightly stuffed with large bills, I would happily deign to be struck by one. Failing that, though, I'd be happy just to go on frequent long, meandering walks with you. Ingrid and I love you and miss you.
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