Old School Review: Breaking glass

Sometimes when I go completely luddite I remember fondly the early times.  No internet, no Harry Gnomes or people like me scrapping every crumb of film news.  Sometimes a film would just come completely out of the blue.  Generally it was on HBO, usually around 3 am.  Everyone else would be asleep and I'd sneak down and watch.  Yeah, I was hoping for a little skin.  Something like "Bikini Car Wash," might lack in plot but made up for it with a lack of bikinis.

Sometimes I'd be suprised.  I remember watching Breaking Glass and really feeling it as only a teen could.  Here was the story of a punk girl played with gusto by Hazel O Connor.  She just wants to let her songs out and she doesn't care what any wanker thought.  She'd play the clubs for practically nothing with her band of losers.



She makes it big, gets the gigs and the records and the radio play.  But she loses herself.  She loses the one person who really cared about her.  She loses herself to drugs.  In the end she loses her very soul to drugs and rock and roll.  It was a very cautionary tale of be careful what you wish for.