Recently I watched the movie adaption of The Runaways' story. Aside from Dakota Fanning and Kirsten Stewart staring vapidly into the camera for most of the film (because the bug-eyed lobotomy look obviously translates as moody yet pensive 'rock chick') it turned out pretty well.
An image of The Runaways' most memorable line-up, labeled for your convenience by www.trespassmag.com (which is where I stole it from).
The Runaways is a glossy, flashy production; its opening scene marks the beginning of Currie/Fanning's journey into womanhood as menstrual blood streams down her legs - nice. Being based on Cherie Currie's biography, Neon Angel, it was understandable that The Runaways turned a majority of its focus onto her and Joan Jett. Still, it would've been nice to hear more about the others: Lita Ford carved out her own career and did a duet with Ozzy Osbourne, Sandy West sadly died of brain cancer near penniless at the age of 47 and I'm too lazy to mention what happened to the other members. Just look it up on Wikipedia if you give a shit.However, the real stand out performance of the movie was Michael Shannon's stellar portrayal of Runaways' manager Kim Fowley. Although banned from the set due to his 'distractive' nature, Fowley himself is convinced that Shannon is "the new Christopher Walken" and he's probably right. I may write more about Kim Fowley at some point. Crazy bastards like him are currently lacking in music and there's a great big lunatic shaped hole in the industry that needs filling.
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