but it was the anthemic i'll bondage yours which became poly styrene�*s battlecry.y burst of rage against oppression which would inspire a generation of post punk—riot girls. i find a kind of solace in retracing herfootsteps. when poly styrene died at the age of 53, celeste found herself the keeper of her mother's legacy, a role she initially resisted. but in this terrifically intimate documentary we find her sifting through the pages of poly styrene�*s to life — from her incarceration in a psychiatric institution to her times with the hare krishna movement and her growing relationship with her daughter with whom she worked on her acclaimed album, generation indigo. i want to go back to africa. and find my heritage. with a rare archive material and diary entries read by ruth negga, i am a cliche, which takes its title from one of poly�*s songs, is fascinating fare. offering a thrilling and sometimes heartbreaking account of a trailblazer who was hailed in tony parsons�* and julie birchill�*s obituary of rock and roll, the boy looked atjohnny as punks reigning queen.

glasgow film festival hosts the world premiere of poly styrene: i am a cliche on saturday the 27th, andgh virtual cinema screenings from march the 5th. now, back in 2003, the unashamedly stupid �*705 slasher throwback wrong turn served up a bunch of youngsters getting lost in the remote forests of west virginia, where monstrous, inbred cannibals proceeded to kill and dismember them. kind of like deliverance meets the hills have eyes, but the only brains on the menu were those being eaten by the locals. it's gory fun, but not much more than that. astonishingly, wrong turn spawned not one, not two, but five sequels and prequels, to which another instalment has now been added in the shape of a reboot penned by original screenwriter alan b mcelroy. thunderclap. it's a story people here know, but don't talk about, except in whispers. anyone who goes up there... what is this place? guys?! ..they don't come back. in this shiny new incarnation of wrong turn, youngsters hiking the appalachian trail, who clearly haven't seen any of the previous instalments, decide to ignore local warnings to stic

which became poly styrene's battle cry — a thrillingly catchy burst of rage against oppression which died at the age of 53, celeste found herself the keeper of her mother's legacy — a role she initially resisted. but in this terrifically intimate documentary, we find her sifting through the pages of poly styrene's life — from her incarceration in a psychiatric institution to her time with the hare krishna movement and her growing relationship with her daughter, with whom she worked on her acclaimed album, generation indigo. i want to go back to africa and find my heritage. with a rare archive material and diary entries read by ruth negga, i am a cliche — which takes its title from one of poly�*s songs — is fascinating fare, offering a thrilling and sometimes heartbreaking account of a trailblazer who was hailed in tony parsons' and julie burchill�*s obituary of rock and roll: the boy looked atjohnny as punk�*s reigning queen, blessed with the finest imagination of her generation. do you trust white people? laugh. 0n the strength of this doc, that's no overstatement, although the film