Hey you grease-stained jukebox freaks and vinyl prophets! Crack a lukewarm lager, rip the shrinkwrap off your nostalgia, ‘cause it’s Tune In Tuesday, and this week’s sacrificial platter is the STARDUST (1974) Blu-ray — a remastered resurrection of one of the grooviest downers the British rock ‘n’ roll cinema canon ever coughed up.
🎸 WHO’S IN THE SPOTLIGHT?
Jim MacLaine’s back. David Essex, all cheekbones and eyeliner, rides the ghost train from skiffle kid to rock god in freefall. Sequel to That’ll Be the Day but stands alone like a cigarette burn on your denim. This is A Hard Day’s Night if the Beatles OD’d in the dressing room and Brian Epstein sold their souls to EMI.
Adam Faith’s a cutthroat manager. Larry Hagman slides in as a Yank suit dripping with sleaze. And Keith Moon? He’s just being Keith Moon, which is to say: chaos with a snare drum.
🌀 THE BLU-RAY EXPERIENCE:
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Visuals:
Not 4K razzle-dazzle, but let’s not pretend we’re watching Blade Runner here. This transfer is like a dusted-off reel in the back of some Soho cinema vault. The grain lives. The colors pop like worn patches on an old bomber jacket. And you can finally see the pain in Essex’s eyes like it was meant to be seen — in HD melancholy. -
Audio:
DTS-HD 5.1 pumps the era straight into your chest cavity. You’ll hear the cymbals sizzle, the bass chug like a freight train through Camden. A faithful mix — they didn’t sterilize the soul out of it. -
Packaging Vibe:
Standard keep case if you’re lucky. SteelBook if you like your heartbreak housed in tin. Word to the wise: SteelBooks dent like egos at a reunion tour, but they look damn good doing it. -
Special Features:
Deleted scenes. Bloopers (yes, even rock stars flub their lines). Behind-the-scenes featurettes that spill the blood and sweat behind the glitter. It’s not Criterion, but it’s got more heart than most.
💥 WHY IT MATTERS NOW:
Because Stardust is a cautionary tale wrapped in leather pants and eyeliner. It doesn’t glorify the high — it slow-dances you through the crash. It’s Velvet Goldmine with more ashtrays and less art school. It’s a funeral dirge for every dream that got sucked into the record industry meat grinder.
And now, you can own that funeral on Blu-ray.
🔮 FINAL GROOVE:
If you ever loved a song so much it made you cry in the mirror with a comb for a microphone, Stardust is your twisted hymn. This disc ain’t perfect, but neither was Jim MacLaine. That’s the whole point.
Buy it, spin it, let it rot your teeth.
⚡Now playing in the projector of your soul — Stardust (1974), forever tuning in, never quite tuned up.
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