Nico, 1988

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'NICO, 1988' follows the singer-songwriter, approaching 50, leading a solitary existence in Manchester, far from her 60s glam days as a Warhol superstar and celebrated vocalist for cult band The Velvet Underground.

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Ajouter une intrigue dans votre langueThe last year of singer Nico's life, as she tours and grapples with addiction and personal demons.The last year of singer Nico's life, as she tours and grapples with addiction and personal demons.The last year of singer Nico's life, as she tours and grapples with addiction and personal demons.

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Récompenses
- 10 victoires et 21 nominations au total

Vidéos5

Clip 1:20

Nico, 1988: LSD

Clip 0:41

Nico, 1988: It's Time

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Histoire

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Anecdotes
The flashbacks to the 1960s show Nico in footage shot by Jonas Mekas.

Gaffes
The amplifier that Alex plays is a Fender Frontman 212R which didn't exist in the 1980s. It's is a budget model originally introduced in the mid-1990s. The logo on the back of the amp can clearly be seen in during the Prague concert when Nico walks off the stage.

Citations
Christa Päffgen a.k.a Nico: Am I ugly?
Richard: Yes. Really.
Christa Päffgen a.k.a Nico: Good. I wasn't happy when I was beautiful.

Connexions
Edited from Scenes from the Life of Andy Warhol: Friendships and Intersections (1990)

Bandes originales
These Days
Performed by Trine Dyrholm

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8/10

Christa

Bookended by a radio interview in which German gothmother Nico likens eighties Manchester to postwar Berlin; dwelling upon her final years as a self-confessed "fat old junkie" with only fleeting flashbacks to her days as Andy Warhol's muse (her participation in 'La Dolce Vita' isn't even mentioned), the portrait that emerges is more like that of a punk rocker than of a hippy.

With a cigarette permenantly hanging from her lips Trine Dyrholm's throaty rendition of her songs give them a resonance similar to the latter day Marianne Faithfull. (To my untutored ear the way she croaks her way through 'Nature Boy' supplies a poignancy similar to Claire Trevor singing 'Moanin' Low' in 'Key Largo'.)