Blank Generation

This entry in the long, strange directorial career of Fassbinder protege Ulli Lommel tells of the on-again, off-again romance of French TV interviewer Nada (Carole Bouquet) and upcoming rock singer Billy (Richard Hell) with a minimum (not quite nada) of things actually happening. Billy and Nada split up and re-form as often as Albert Brooks and Kathryn Harrold in MODERN ROMANCE, although that was supposed to be a comedy. Nada in the meantime takes up with a journalist played by Lommel himself, who, in scene after scene, tries to land an interview with Andy Warhol and gets turned down. Then Andy finally agrees-- score one for the virtue of persistence. Billy's own side-romance is with Lizzy, a punk filmmaker played by Lommel's wife Suzanna Love.

Hell has spoken of how self-conscious he felt acting in this film, and he does have a deer-in-the-headlights look in more than a couple scenes. Billy's songs and band (the Voidoids) are those of Hell himself, and we hear the same few Voidoids songs over and over. Even the greatest pieces of music require a break every once in awhile, but not for Lommel.

BLANK GENERATION (not to be confused with the earlier documentary THE BLANK GENERATION, which covered the same New York punk scene as this work of fiction) apparently was written and shot on the fly, giving it a slapdash aesthetic that parallels that of the New York No Wave underground film scene of the time. The real interest, like that of the documentary, is its glimpse of New York at the time of the inception of its history-making punk rock scene, centered at the famous CBGB bar in the run-down East Village of Manhattan. We get to see not only the interior and the entrance of the bar, but what was next to and across the street from it at the time as well!

But sadly, that's all BLANK GENERATION has going for it-- the cultural-history aspect. Lommel's horror films of this time-- THE BOOGEY MAN, THE DEVONSVILLE TERROR-- were fun in and of themselves, but if you're not a fan of Hell and early punk rock, there's little reason to watch this one.

..."Blank Generation" is at least worth a look if you enjoy Richard Hell's music. I love his stuff, personally, so the few live performances in the film are definite highlights. Other than that, it's a pretty boring love/hate story between Hell and French ex-Bond Girl Carole Bouquet (sp? oh well...).

Hell is no actor, and neither is anyone else in the movie. In fact, all the acting flat out sucks. One scene which actually shows a little promise is the one between Billy (Hell) and Nada (Bouquet) as they drive along in his car trying to decide what to do on a dreary New York Friday afternoon. After Billy changes his mind three or four times, Nada freaks out and throws him out of the car. That's about it. Even that scene is more comic than anything -- so if that was the intention, great, but if the director was trying to coax some drama out of the script there, well, he failed. Even Hell is almost cracking a smile during the scene.

Still... the live performances ("Liars Beware," "Blank Generation" and "Love Comes in Spurts") are hot stuff. Too bad there are only three live numbers in "Blank Generation", and a little snippet of Hell "recording" "New Pleasures" is sort of goofy, but cool. So unless you're a big Hell fan, or want to see the barely five minute long Andy Warhol interview sequence, skip it.

Underknown document from the early 1980s covering New York City's burgeoning punk scene with the underrated, now appreciated and legendary punk songwriter and bassist extraordinaire Sir Richard Hell in the lead role. The film, suffering from pretentious dialogue more than a few moments, is nevertheless rewarding in spots, with great natural acting by Hell and tepid chemistry between he and the phenomenally sensual actress Carole Bouquet. Besides occasional smoldering interactions between these two, the most engaging aspect of this film are several live music sets of Hell's band The Voidoids,either on stage or in the studio. Definitely worth a watch for those songs and, if for nothing else, then to glimpse the futility of being a musician in NYC's gritty streets. [PS: Sir Richard Lives! In 2004, Hell was persuaded by the Fales Library at New York University to part with his archives that are now apparently available for punk scrawl-ars: "In pristine surroundings, scholars will soon be able to pore over old set lists, posters, videotapes, audiotapes, drafts of lyrics, manuscripts and erotic drawings. The papers will be part of the library's extensive collection of documents from the downtown art scene of the 1970's and 1980's. They will not go unvisited, said Marvin Taylor, director of the library, who paid Hell $50,000 for the materials. Though the library has tweedier stuff, including papers of Isaac Bashevis Singer and Erich Maria Remarque, it is material like Hell's that draws a crowd.

I looked for this film years ago because I am in it. I am the video camera operator/ lighting director. I actually ran the TV Studio that was rented to the film company and Ulli Lommel. Except for the vodka bottle he carried around with him all the time I don't remember much other than Warhol coming in and that from one little scene they began asking me to do more which I liked. The film is AWFUL. Poor representation of the music scene it purports and boring storyline.

Richard Hell's music is fantastic but this movie sucks. Boring and uninteresting. The only thing good about it is the music. The female lead is pretentious and the rest of the acting is flat.