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Byron at the end of the evening, Vic shouts out an
accusation that ran hilariously true: ‘You conniving,
randy, bogus, Oriental old queen! Your record
sleeves are better than your songs!’
The shoot was intense, running seriously behind
schedule; finally, dawn broke and they ran out of
night for the final shots. As the sun comes up, David
steps out of his Vic character, and complains to
Julien about the ending in what Screaming Lord
Bowie would describe as a Brechtian
Verfremdungseffekt – played for laughs. ‘It was
when he worked up a new ending that I realised how
good he was at responding to crises,’ says Temple,
‘and making spur of the moment decisions.’
The video would be regarded as a triumph, and
its energy and sense of fun helped damp down the
critical backlash to Tonight, which started out with
promising sales, entered the UK charts at number
one, and was certified platinum by the end of
November. But by the spring, when it came time to
record a video for the album’s only other half-decent
track, ‘Loving the Alien’, the zest he’d managed to
summon up for his videos, if not his music, seemed
to have dissipated, too.
Possessed of more self-awareness than most of
his peers, Bowie would also be more acutely
conscious of his failures. From the 1960s he had
made a habit of reading all his own reviews, and
cultivating writers and critics, but by the mid-eighties,
he would exist in a bizarrely bipolar world – working
mostly with unfailingly approving acolytes as he
made his music, and then falling victim to the finely