We are the mods: rewatching Quadrophenia out of my head on blues
"We are the mod, we are the mods, we are we are the mods / We are the mods, we are the mods, we are we are the mods ..." . Er, yes, I've just dipped my toe in the sea in Brighton and watched the mods and the rockers doing battle on the seafront in Franc Roddam's teen-friendly film Quadrophenia (1979). Gulp. A 50p copy of a DVD seen the other day in a charity shop tempted me to take the plunge and in I went. Hmm. It must be 40-odd years ago that I first saw this messy Who-inspired ode to London's 60s mods (presumably on a VHS video), and so, I thought, it might be interesting to watch this "cult" film all these years later, diving back into the heady mod-revival times of 1979 as a cynical old guy with millions of miles of road behind him, 100,000 hours of music listened to and 40,000 hours of films viewed. Was it interesting? Sort of. In short, I think the film's pretty terrible (the DVD will be going straight on to another charity shop as soon as t...
