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Hutch we miss you mate. Yates was like Ono... She Ruined him... He needed someone but Paula was a dirty woman... all the drugs Michael Did made him stupid and Yates got him... and yes his Head injury messed him up... Once you select Rent you'll have 14 days to start watching the film and 48 hours to finish it. Overview System Requirements Reviews Related Available on Xbox One HoloLens PC Mobile device Xbox 360 Description MYSTIFY MICHAEL HUTCHENCE is a powerfully intimate and insightful portrait of the internationally renowned frontman of INXS, Michael Hutchence. Deftly woven from an extraordinary archive of rich imagery, Michael's private home movies and those of his lovers, friends, and family, the film delves beneath the public persona of the charismatic 'Rock God' and transports us through the looking glass to reveal a multifaceted, intensely sensitive and complex man. A violent event strikes Michael and changes his life dramatically, fracturing his sense of self and robbing him of his connection to life. Amidst the darkness, Michael's newborn daughter, Tiger, becomes his one bright light. MYSTIFY MICHAEL HUTCHENCE is written and directed by Richard Lowenstein, director of the majority of both INXS and Michael's music videos and the 1986 feature film, DOGS IN SPACE, in which Michael played the lead. Additional information Directors Richard Lowenstein Studio Madman Entertainment Size 5. 7 GB (1080p HD) 3. 57 GB (720p HD) 2. 86 GB (SD) Portions of content provided by Tivo Corporation - © 2020 Tivo Corporation.
R ichard Lowenstein’s long-gestating documentary Mystify: Michael Hutchence has finally arrived after a decade in the works. In a sense, the veteran indie auteur has been chipping away at the film even longer than that, since the early days of his career, having directed several music videos for INXS ? the Australian rock band the renowned singer-songwriter fronted. Lowenstein also helmed the endearingly scuzzy 1986 sharehouse drama Dogs in Space. This bong water-soaked, couch-crashing classic features a rare leading performance from Hutchence himself, with whom the director was friends. Lowenstein has described Mystify as an apology for not being there for the late musician, who took his own life in a Sydney hotel room in November 1997. In this sense, then, it’s no surprise Lowenstein seems to struggle to determine the best narrative hooks with which to frame Hutchence’s story: a case, perhaps, of a film-maker being too close to his material. Mystify is a heavyhearted portrait of a highly talented and complex person, who soared to great heights and plummeted to dreadful lows. How much viewers will get out of it will depend (as is the case with most films about real-life musicians) partly on how much they admire Hutchence going in. Michael Hutchence in Mystify. Photograph: Madman Loads of home footage, clips from performances and a wide range of interviews with people close to the subject make the film a must-see for lovers of INXS. Sadly, it pales in comparison with the director’s other documentaries ? including the captivating Autoluminescent: Rowland S Howard and the deeply engrossing Ecco Homo. The latter, which explores the life of another friend and collaborator of Hutchence, the elusive artist Peter Vanessa “Troy” Davies, was inventively framed as part detective story and part freaky eulogy, etched in the post-punk, drug-washed haze of Melbourne circa the 80s. Davies was not a superstar like Hutchence, so Lowenstein’s challenge involved explaining why his story matters and what this man’s life signified in a broader cultural context. Those elements are lacking in Mystify. From its introductory moments, depicting Hutchence performing Never Tear Us Apart in front of an adoring crowd in a smoky, packed-out venue, there is a sense of reverence and implied genius that runs throughout the film. Frustratingly, Lowenstein doesn’t let the musician’s talent speak for itself. The film includes snippets of many of his performances, but they are clipped and come and go quickly: a few moments on the stage here and there. I found myself regularly wishing that the director would slow down the pace and let these moments breathe, allowing the audience to savour Hutchence’s vitalising presence and charisma ? and, of course, that bewitching voice. Interviewees include Kylie Minogue, who reflects on her years with the singer. Photograph: Madman Martin Scorsese included near-complete renditions of several songs in his Bob Dylan documentary, Rolling Thunder Revue. The effect was striking, like a kind of editing room equaliser: allowing rhythm and energy to be momentarily driven by the artist himself, rather than part of the more pressure-packed, chopped-up style of a film like Mystify ? a film cut six ways to Sunday. It finally hits its stride towards the end, when it obtains an interesting journalistic quality. There are some bold suggestions and talking points ? including the possibility that Hutchence’s loss of smell (after sustaining a brain injury) increased his sense of a loss of self. Exploring the musician’s relationship with Paula Yates, among several other turbulent aspects of his life, the director makes a point that these types of narratives are never clear-cut; that a person unravelling, in so many areas and with such devastating consequences, entails complex considerations and rarely ? if ever ? is there a single moral or cut-and-dried perspective. Lowenstein also makes the bold decision to use audio from interviews with no accompanying images, dislocating what we see and what we hear. This approach has worked to striking effect in several films, including Senna and the electrifying Adam Goodes documentary The Final Quarter. But those films feel very different, more like comprehensively referenced visual essays than, a collection of deeply personal ruminations in a documentary that attempts to distil the essence of a person’s life and character. When people close to Hutchence forlornly discuss aspects of his life and personality, viewers want to see their faces; we want to fully register their emotions. Interviewees include Kylie Minogue, who reflects on her and Hutchence’s romantic years pursuing a hedonistic lifestyle. Charming home footage shows the two lovebirds on a yacht and then holidaying in Europe, but in this film sadness is never far away. Minogue reflects with melancholy on Hutchence as a broken man, sobbing uncontrollably on all fours. Small but powerful moments, like these, are the ones that stay with you.
If I wake up with a man like that every morning, I would give thanks God every second! ???. Soon this will be 20 years of his death. Que descubrimientoÉste tipo le quedaba mucho que dar... If it true that she threaten to kill herself and the baby. She was a very wick woman. Yo el segundo?. Amo INXS. ? VIiajo nas músicas e na voz incrível do eterno Michael Hutchence! ?? Love u Michael Inxs forever ????. Alguem legenda esse documentario em portugues,por favor,quero muito assistir esse documentario... It makes you really miss him????. I remember Michael coming to Sankeys club in Manchester, he was with a group of men and women (draped over him. they didnt stay long but he was obvs very 'high' on drugs, no sign of Paula though even though they were very much an item as she had just had their baby - no one was interested in him though as Sankeys was a elite techno club and he seemed a bit out of place there - it seemed he had heard of the club got driven up there - no one interested in him so left - definitely going to go and see the film.
It was 10. 30am and Helena Christensen was in Michael Hutchence’s kitchen, carefully unpacking her shopping, which mainly consisted of expensive crockery she’d bought from a nearby village. There was no fruit, no vegetables and no wine. Following an accident a few months earlier, after which the INXS singer had largely lost his sense of taste and smell, there had been a lot less emphasis on meals in the Hutchence household, as all olfactory, food and wine-related matters were slowly de-emphasised. The live-in housekeeper fussed around Christensen as Hutchence sipped a cold Carlsberg, the first of many that day. He didn’t need to taste it to feel its effect. The sun was quickly rising behind the tiny olive grove and all appeared to be well with the world. This was a celebrity interview, 1993 style: a weekend spent with a rock star and his supermodel girlfriend in his whitewashed villa near a little town called Valbonne on the French Riviera. On the face of it, this was the typical rock star retreat, furnished with Conran Shop sofas, scented candles and Third World bits and pieces from a shop called David Wainwright on Portobello Road, which, at the time, was ridiculously, almost stupidly, fashionable. A satellite dish jutted out of the lavender, opposite the long, covered breakfast terrace and the lip-sided swimming pool. A gardener glided across the lawn on one of those mowing machines that look like small tanks. The place ? called Venus and bought by Hutchence four years previously, when every member of INXS had started to become flush with cash ? was not particularly opulent or ostentatious. Various friends and gofers milled about: one was painting a mural on a bedroom wall; another was harassing a travel agent on his mobile phone; while Christensen and her friend and fellow model Gail Elliott sunbathed topless by the pool. What was the point in being a supermodel and having a rock star boyfriend if you weren’t going to take advantage of the sun and sunbathe by the pool? Hutchence photographed in West Hollywood, February 1991 © Ron Galella, Ltd. In person, the 33-year-old Hutchence looked bigger than he had ever done on video, without any of the boy-girl Sandra Bernhard looks he seemed to affect in pictures and on film. Ridiculously good-looking, his face nevertheless bore traces of a pockmarked youth, his stubble was anything but designer and, like your humble journalist, he spoke with a lisp (Hutchence did a mean Karl Lagerfeld impression). His hair was tousled like Mick Jagger ’s, though unlike Jagger, he didn’t have that huge labial smile. He was courteous and personable, without much of the disingenuous familiarity practised by so many rock stars. Like INXS’ music, he appeared bright but uncomplicated, with no obvious side to him. Though he did like his booze. Hutchence bore all the hallmarks of a bona fide Nineties rock star: he smoked and drank, admitted to taking drugs (for him, getting “fucked up” was part of his job) and was dating a supermodel. And, conceivably more importantly ? at least at the time ? he wore a black leather waistcoat, like Bono, Depeche Mode’s Dave Gahan and the man he was most often physically compared to at the time, Jim Morrison. Oh, and despite the fact he was the focal point of INXS, he wasn’t a supreme egotist; an egotist, yes, but not an unbearable one (a few years before we met, the band had turned down a Rolling Stone cover because the magazine would only put Hutchence on the front). “In this band it’s all for one and one for all, ” he said to me at one point that weekend, leaning over his distressed-oak dining-room table. “So it’s out of friendship, I suppose, that I have played down the sex-symbol thing. It’s nothing more than a tongue-in-cheek distraction. I have never been the leader as such and I suppose Andrew [Farriss, who cowrote most of INXS’ classic songs] is a sort of phantom leader. So I guess we kind of share that. I’m a team player. ” ‘Fame is indiscriminate. But once you’re in the club it doesn’t matter why or how you got there’ INXS were always a major rock band, albeit not quite among the elite, like, say, U2, in whose shadow they occasionally squatted. The band reached this position through sheer hard work, by spending the first 15 years of their career relentlessly touring, playing everywhere from Adelaide to Iowa (in 1981 they played 300 dates in Australia alone). They started life as The Farriss Brothers in Sydney 1977 (apart from Hutchence, the band was Tim, Andrew and Jon Farriss, Kirk Pengilly and bass player Garry “Gary” Beers), before changing their name to the far more digestible INXS in 1979. “When I started in this group, I was a dipshit from Fuckoff, Nowhere, sitting in the back of the room, shaking, ” said Hutchence. Enormous success in their homeland was followed by international fame when they finally cracked the US in 1984, having dropped their sub-New Romantic blousy styles for a more orthodox rock‘n’roll look. “I must be one of the most effeminate singers in Australia and it caused us problems in the early days. Well, I dunno, mate, it’s what they do overseas, innit? But Australian culture is so odd that people got intrigued. We became a curiosity. ” The extensive touring promoted a succession of increasingly effective LPs, including Listen Like Thieves (1985), Kick (1987), X (1990) and Welcome To Wherever You Are from 1992. The band also had their share of hit singles: “Need You Tonight”, “Heaven Sent”, “Suicide Blonde”. Never extraordinary, INXS were always reliable, struck the requisite rock poses and, as one journalist noted, could “carry a tune powerfully and dependently, much in the way that a brickie carries a hod”. With success, though, came languor and INXS found it necessary to dabble in a bit of reinvention, pouring old wine into new bottles. Earlier in 1993 they had embarked on a no-frills tour of small venues instead of the arenas and stadiums they were used to playing. (The band mingled freely with hacks, hangers-on and fans in unpretentious warm-lager-and-crisps après-gig scenarios ? and appeared to enjoy it. Very Nineties. ) Live, INXS really made sense. As tight as they should have been after 16 years together, the recent tour also highlighted Hutchence’s easy bond with his audience. He combined charisma and a brand of avuncular charm with statutory rock god poses, removing his shorts and orchestrating some very rock’n’roll stage diving antics. You spent a lot of time smiling at an INXS gig. It was an irony-free zone. If the band had hailed from the US, there was only one state they could have come from: California. Irony apart, comparisons with U2 were easily made, although INXS always looked as though they were studiously copying Bono and co. And whereas Bono’s lyrics appeared to be cathartic, INXS’ often seemed pedestrian, a bit plonky. It would be unfair to call Hutchence Bono-lite, but he was certainly aware of the comparisons. It was a mistake to suddenly start playing small venues, too, because although it allowed Hutchence to “reconnect” with the INXS audience, and while it allowed those enthusiasts at the concerts to feel as though their favourite band were playing their local pool hall or wedding venue, to the outside world it simply looked as though INXS weren’t as popular as they used to be. During the Nineties, U2 were constantly reinventing the stadium experience, playing around with video, secondary stages and even the architecture of the stadiums themselves, turning an impersonal experience into a universally personal one; INXS, meanwhile, just looked like they didn’t have enough fans to support a full-blown tour. ‘When I first got into ecstasy I had a guy on the road with me with a big jar of it. It was almost the break-up of the band’ INXS also had a habit of musically doing what U2 did, only six months later and never quite as successfully. When Bono and co went “disco” at the turn of the decade and when they started getting a bit dark, a bit European and a bit “anti-rock”, so INXS eventually attempted their own karaoke version of the template. That weekend in Provence, we talked about U2 a lot and while I was at first nervous about bringing them up (in the same way that journalists were initially nervous about accusing Noel Gallagher of being too obsessed with The Beatles), it was Hutchence who usually insinuated them into the conversation. They had asked U2 producer Brian Eno if he would like to remix their song “I’m Only Looking”, but Hutchence seemed to get defensive when he told me about it. “I was [even] worried about using Eno because of his association with U2, ” he told me. “But fuck it, he’s a free party and he liked the song. We send our songs to lots of people with views to remixes. We went shopping. ” Most musicians will usually refer to their own back catalogue if asked who they’re competing against, but not Hutchence. For him, there was an industry benchmark that he seemed to think his band hadn’t quite reached. “Our peers, ” he blurted out before I’d even finished the question. “Our peers and everyone who came before us. Everyone. That’s who we’re up against. It’s ego. It’s healthy. It’s a game of poker ? they play their cards and we play ours. This is not something we generally talk about. We’re all very friendly people generally, when we meet each other, but behind their backs it’s different. In Australia you learn to take success from numbers. It’s all about bums on seats. It’s always been a people thing, so we’ve tended to measure success by how many people come to see us. Who cares if we’re not as good as the next guy? Everyone always played the same pubs ? us, Midnight Oil, Crowded House, Hunters & Collectors, Nick Cave ? so you always knew who was drawing the bigger crowd. “Twenty years ago you just didn’t buy records by Australian artists. In those days most people copied oversea
SO SAD SAW THE GUY IN CONCERT 3 TIMES WE DO NOT REALLY NEED TO BE SAD WE WILL ALL MEET AGAIN. It's been over 22 years since Michael Hutchence of INXS took his life. This 2019 documentary was worth that wait. Beautifully made. The team behind this doc has included so much stunning footage shot by Michael himself, and by those around him, as well as file footage of the time. They've compiled a work of art and a realistic portrait of Hutchence's life. There is so much we learn in this about his final few dramatic and tumultuous years. There are contemporary interviews included, but no video / talking heads of them speaking now. This was the right choice by the filmmakers. It's simply contextual narration over the footage of the time. It was painstakingly edited/produced, and one of the best documents on a musical personality I've seen in decades. Highly recommend.

Save your money and wait for it to come on free TV then you can fall asleep at home in comfort.

Can't believe you're now 57. We miss you. I was worried about you, where have you been.

I hope we will have here in italy in our cinemas. He has, still, never received the enormous recognition he has deserved. Michael has never died for me, still in my heart.

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