Breakfast on Pluto

Cillian Murphy as orphan/performer/drag queen Kitten in 70s Ireland and London, softly spoken, camp, outlandish, but never too far away from life's relentless firing line. A really great heartfelt performance in a film that tells a story in episodes that equally sad, shocking, as well as funny and uplifting. He comes through in the end, just about, and survives, where others failed. I think I will watch this film a few more times, a lot to like here, wonderful period details...

















And here we have ... miaow! droooool! ... This is Gavin Friday, formerly of arty queer pagan punks, the Virgin Prunes, one of my all time heroes, as glam rock singer Billy Hatchet who takes Kitten under his wing for a while. Oh maaaan, I haven't seen Gavin on a stage since the Shag Tobacco tour in 95 or something. He sings and performs a few numbers in the film, a couple with Kitten dressed as a Squaw, and he's still got it. There's a moment when he's on stage in full glam outfit and his voice softens for a moment that is pure Gavin and gave me the goosebumps. More pleeeease!