There is a hidden message here.
The actors play characters in stories to intrigue and attract . Once that happens, the media push a certain look, fashion, hairstyle onto the women in the audience via magazines and so begins the social change. If women cut their hair and wear straight dresses, no matter how boyish they look, a guy has to keep shtum or he won't get any. Then the personal lives of these 'stars' become tabloid fodder as women lap up the tales of love and romance off screen.
And then comes the tragedy. Overdoses from unrequited love between the 'famous' and 'celebrated' and women collapse with grief when their heroes and heroines meet their untimely end.
But that is part of the story. That is also the movie. The tragedy never ends as decades later such 'names' are feted and biographied to death, no pun, to new generations, hammering home the tragic unfullfilled lives of these creations.
Return to Babylon proves with its soundbite bios that the constant revering and subsequent fall of these 'artistes' is nothing more than badly written fairytales, pushing degeneracy disguised as romance on to the ever naive audience, too trusting to realise they are being played
And look where we are now.
The actors play characters in stories to intrigue and attract . Once that happens, the media push a certain look, fashion, hairstyle onto the women in the audience via magazines and so begins the social change. If women cut their hair and wear straight dresses, no matter how boyish they look, a guy has to keep shtum or he won't get any. Then the personal lives of these 'stars' become tabloid fodder as women lap up the tales of love and romance off screen.
And then comes the tragedy. Overdoses from unrequited love between the 'famous' and 'celebrated' and women collapse with grief when their heroes and heroines meet their untimely end.
But that is part of the story. That is also the movie. The tragedy never ends as decades later such 'names' are feted and biographied to death, no pun, to new generations, hammering home the tragic unfullfilled lives of these creations.
Return to Babylon proves with its soundbite bios that the constant revering and subsequent fall of these 'artistes' is nothing more than badly written fairytales, pushing degeneracy disguised as romance on to the ever naive audience, too trusting to realise they are being played
And look where we are now.