I thought I'd love this film. Glamrock, sequins, sex, colour, androgyny. All that is right up my alley. But something about the performance of Jonathon Rhys-Meyers failed to draw me in. I think it was that the too-cool persona of the character meant that I didn't really care about him.
Velvet Goldmine starts with a bang, and stylistically, it delivers. But the central mystery which is needed to drive the film doesn't intrigue.