While watching this I think it's such a raw clean cut display of how damaging drug abuse can be in a artist's career. Sid Vicious had a promising career laid out in front of him but he was so sucked up into the dope that he preferred getting high beyond consciousness in a crummy hotel room instead of going out there and building his fame and fortune.
If you take away the famous subject, the handheld camera, and the obligatory soundtrack, you end up with the same screeching biopic about a tragic hero - and I don't think Sid & Nancy are such tragic heroes. Come to think of it, Derek Jarman embodies punk culture through film better than Alex Cox.
if a director is really lucky they might achieve one masterpiece in their lifetime. This is Alex Cox's second brilliant, scattershot home run after "Repo Man." "Sid & Nancy" is the definitive punk biopic by virtue of not giving a shit about being a biopic. The film captures people living in a moment, living in the now, living for the high and living for each other. Cox serves up a heroin induced "Romeo and Juliet."
(3) Pretty good, and great cinematography from Roger Deakins, although some of the early scenes of Punks are a bit "Gizzard Puke" - John and Sid are so Punk they can't eat Baked Beans without them falling out of their mouths - and the ending is unnecessarily twee.
Punk and heroin make a dystopian combination. Forget John and Yoko, there was far more of a destructive connection between these two. Remarkable method performances that may seem hyperbolic, but in the infantile interpretations of anarchism with the Sex Pistols, this is pretty on the mark.
Chloe Webb wasn't annoying. Nancy Spungen was. That Webb wore the mask so well that people attacked her instead of Nancy for being unbearably histrionic (it's a personality type; it's not "over-acting") is testament to the greatness of her performance. But, really, Nancy was fucking awful. Good riddance.