Nico, 1988

No music and scenes from Lou Reed and Velvet Underground years, the movie is entirely dedicated to the last years of Nico's life, and in particular to her last and sad tour in Europe. Susanna Nicchiarelli portrays the former model and Andy Warhol's muse in her painful and problematic adult phase, which sees her tired and dissatisfied, desperate to break free from her drug and success past, when she was beautiful but not happy. A crude and bleak portrait, which Dyrholm renders fully convincing.

I rated this 8/10. Maybe I should have rated it higher. There are parts of this film that I am not sure if they are flawed or genius. A bit like Nico's ouevre, so that is perhaps appropriate. I was utterly transfixed for the duration of the movie. And yet by what I do not know. Relatively little happens. There are long silences. Yet both what is said and not said manages to restlessly slip away from cliche, and at the end I felt like I understood something I did not understand before. I am not sure who I could recommend this film to, yet I feel like I experienced something masterful

A strong biographical drama portraying the last years of singer Nico, former Velvet Underground. It develops well her uneasy character, her personal relations, her artistic view. The movie is good in all technical traits. However, what is impossible not to highlight is the outstanting performance by Tirine Dyrholm. He is simply amazing in the leading role, showing all the anger, sadness, impatience, impulsiveness, sometimes vatious of these feelings at once! As I read in two otber review, if the world were better (or if Acadeny Awards were serious), she would have certainly won the Oscar as the best actress.

Bookended by a radio interview in which German gothmother Nico likens eighties Manchester to postwar Berlin; dwelling upon her final years as a self-confessed "fat old junkie" with only fleeting flashbacks to her days as Andy Warhol's muse (her participation in 'La Dolce Vita' isn't even mentioned), the portrait that emerges is more like that of a punk rocker than of a hippy.

With a cigarette permenantly hanging from her lips Trine Dyrholm's throaty rendition of her songs give them a resonance similar to the latter day Marianne Faithfull. (To my untutored ear the way she croaks her way through 'Nature Boy' supplies a poignancy similar to Claire Trevor singing 'Moanin' Low' in 'Key Largo'.)

Andy Warhol said that everyone has their fifteen minutes of fame. And he gave Nico, a beautiful young model, her fifteen minutes by pairing her with the Velvet Underground, a rock band in his orbit who were starting their careers. If I recall correctly, the Velvets were unconvinced by their guest singer, but the one album they made together became a cult success. But what do you do when your moment of fame passes? Nico died in relative obscurity before the age of 50, grappling with heroin addiction. As a concept, 'Nico, 1988' might be imagined to be simply unbearably sad. But in fact, there's a lot to enjoy in Susanna Nicchiarelli's film. Her Nico is an addict, sure, with all that that entails, but also a not unaccomplished jazz-rock singer, and a real person trying to extract meaning from her life. It's not easy for her, but neither is this a story of a life not worth living; and her death a sudden and mostly unexpected tragedy the same as anyone else's. Trine Dyrholm is very good in the lead role bringing the character to three-dimensional life. It's an unsentimental movie, but in no senses a cold one.