Control –a biography of Ian Curtis, tortured soul and singer of Joy Division.
I almost forgot to mention this film, but luckily Jojo saw it recently and talked about it on her blog and that reminded how much I loved it.
I saw it a few weeks ago and like Jojo said, the photography is nothing short of amazing. I love that it is black and white and it sure fits the mood perfectly. I also quite like Joy Division’s music so in that area I’m a bit biased, but the way the film portrays Ian’s life and each moment that gave rise to each of the songs present in it is really quite interesting.
Of course the sad part is his death (although no surprise there if you knew about the band), but after watching the whole film you start to get why he did it.
A classic –if tragic– case of paying for the mistakes you did in your youth later on (even if he was still really young).
Confusion in her eyes that says it all.
She’s lost control.
And she’s clinging to the nearest passer by,
She’s lost control.
And she gave away the secrets of her past,
And said I’ve lost control again,
And a voice that told her when and where to act,
She said I’ve lost control again.And she turned around and took me by the hand and said,
I’ve lost control again.
And how I’ll never know just why or understand,
She said I’ve lost control again.
And she screamed out kicking on her side and said,
I’ve lost control again.
And seized up on the floor, I thought she’d die.
She said I’ve lost control.
She’s lost control again.
She’s lost control.
She’s lost control again.
She’s lost control.Well I had to ‘phone her friend to state my case,
And say she’s lost control again.
And she showed up all the errors and mistakes,
And said I’ve lost control again.
But she expressed herself in many different ways,
Until she lost control again.
And walked upon the edge of no escape,
And laughed I’ve lost control.
She’s lost control again.
She’s lost control.
She’s lost control again.
She’s lost control.I could live a little better with the myths and the lies,
When the darkness broke in, I just broke down and cried.
I could live a little in a wider line,
When the change is gone, when the urge is gone,
To lose control. When here we come.