David Bowie is of a dying breed. A true artist.
Some of his songs are memorable. Others are just so difficult to get into for a pop culture sell out like me, that I just can't get into them. I don't get Floyd. I don't get Bowie. And they're great.
On the day where Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu won both the Golden Globes for Best Director and Film for The Revenant, it's a time where we should appreciate art that challenges us. (Leo won for Best Actor.)
He was in such indie hits such as Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence, The Man Who Fell To Earth, and the Prestige, not to mention the countless amount of songs sung for director classics such as David Lynch. I wonder what Lynch, Kitano and many other critically acclaimed figures think on his passing.
He was probably in the musical of 1986, the late Jim Henson's Labyrinth, a film about fairy tales, a spiritual successor to his more commercial and critically acclaimed Dark Crystal. If not for Blue Velvet by the aformentioned David Lynch, coming out that year, I would consider it probably the best film that year. He was probably the best cast in that film, beating other musicians such as Michael Jackson for the role.
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