Velvet Goldmine (1999)

Melding the bio of Ziggy Stardust and the aesthetics of critic Walter Pater, Todd Haynes' warmly surreal third feature opens as a space oddity deposits a newborn Oscar Wilde on his parents' Dublin doorstep, then jumps forward 100 years to the rock & roll homicide of pop star Brian Slade. Rhys-Meyers is Slade; McGregor, his pogoing Iggy-esque cohort; Bale, the fanboy-turned-reporter on a Citizen Kane-style quest to ferret out Slade's past. Haynes' pointed musings on identity politics and queer theory make the flick too cerebral for its own good; thanks, then, to class clown McGregor, whose dirty, dirty rendition of ''T.V. Eye'' is pure punk gravy.