I, I can’t get these memories out of my mind
And some kind of madness has started to evolve
I, I tried so hard to let you go
But some kind of madness is swallowing me whole, yeah
I don’t smoke because 1) I have asthma, 2) I have a predisposition to addiction, and 3) I’m so obsessive compulsive that if I did start smoking, I would become the biggest chain smoker in the world and I’d end up being one of those women you see in anti-smoking commercials, popping out her fake teeth and pointing at the hole in her throat. That’s not for me.
That said, if I ever do start smoking, it’ll probably because of this song and this video. Seriously, just the opening bass line makes me want to light up. And then the video itself proves that smoking is pretty photogenic when the cigarettes are being held by beautiful people.
The song, itself, was written by Matt Bellamy after he had a fight with his then-girlfriend, Kate Hudson. According to Bellamy, he was reflecting on the fight and thought to himself, “Yeah, she was right, wasn’t she?”
As for the video, it features two lovers on a train, dealing with their own issues while a riot rages around them. The two lovers are played by Erin Wasson and Max Silberman, both of whom are achingly pretty. (For some reason, the usually reliable imvdb insists that the man on the train was played by Emile Hirsch. Sorry, that’s definitely Max Silberman.)
Of course, the idea of two lovers in the middle of a protest immediately makes me think of this famous picture, which was taken in Vancouver during a riot:
And, of course, there’s this Ray-Ban advertisement:
(If the majority of protesters looked as good as the people in the video and these two pictures, I might even be inspired to go to a march or two.)
(Also, be happy that I resisted the temptation to include a picture from that Kendall Jenner Pepsi commercial. I came really close to doing it but, in the end, I couldn’t do it. I was born a Coke drinker and I’ll die a Coke drinker. Pepsi tastes too much like Vermont for me.)
This video was directed by Anthony Mandler, who has directed several videos for everyone from Jay-Z to Taylor Swift to Justin Bieber. (The imvdb credits him with 74 videos.) The gorgeous cinematography is credited to David Devlin.
Mario Contini, who is credited as being 1st Assistant Cameraman on Madness, was later the director of photography for Saint Motel’s My Type.
Enjoy!



Usually, when I go to the movies, I either eat before I get there, or after the movie is done. This way, I don’t have to get up at all and miss anything. If it’s a film I’ve seen before, I’ll take the weakest part to use as a bathroom / food break, if I have to go. It’s one way I can tell if I like what I’m watching.



New York. The prohibition era. The Coll Brothers, Vincent (Christopher Bradley) and Peter (Jeff Griggs), are sick of working for the Irish gangster, O’Malley (William Anthony La Valle). They want to hang out at the Cotton Club with big time gangsters like Lucky Luciano (Matt Servitto), Legs Diamond (Will Kempe), and Dutch Schultz (Bruce Nozick). Vincent has fallen in love with Lotte (Rachel York), a singer at the club but the club’s owner, Owney Madden (Jack Conley), makes it clear that Lotte is too good for a low-rent thug. After killing O’Malley, Vincent and Peter go to work for Dutch Schultz but soon, they grew tired of the low wages that Schultz pays them. The Colls decide to strike out on their own, leading to all out war with New York’s organized crime establishment.
Mad Dog Coll was one of two gangster movies that Menaham Golan produced, back-to-back, in Russia. In fact, Mad Dog Coll may be the first American film in which Russia stood in for America instead of the other way around. Though this film was produced after Golan broke up with his longtime producing partner, Yoram Globus, Mad Dog Coll still has a definite Cannon feel to it. It is low-budget, fast-paced, unapologetically pulpy, and entertaining as Hell. For a Golan production, the performances are surprisingly good. Bruce Nozick steals the entire movie as crazy Dutch Schultz. None of it is subtle but it is enjoyable in the way that only a Greydon Clark-directed, Menahem Golan-produced gangster film can be. 1920s New York is recreated on Russian soundstages. The threadbare production design and cardboard cityscape brings a Jon Pertwee/Tom Baker-era Dr. Who feel to the movie. All that is missing is The Master brewing up moonshine and the Daleks exterminating the Chicago Outfit.