Todd, you've done better than this. In Velvet Goldmine, Jonathan Rhys-Meyers stars as, well, Ziggy Stardust in the era of Glam Rock -- bisexual with McGregor's Curt Wild (think Kurt Cobain if he was into glitter) and wife Collette. 15 or so years after the death of glam, the drippy, mopey reporter Bale is sent to do a "whatever happened to..." story. Haynes is obviously very in love with this era to have invented this little story. Too bad the script is so dumb and lifeless (the alien origin of Oscar Wilde is even alleged) that none of that emotion comes across. Snooze.