This film is based, in part on the book by Deborah Spungen (the mother of Nancy Spungen) "And I Don't Want To Live This Life Anymore." The movie deals only with the time that Nancy Spungen meets Sid Vicious and embarks on a relationship with him until the end of her life. It's a gritty portrait of the unbridled drug us that was so pervasive in the punk world at that time. The film portrays Sid as a lost, ineffective boy-child looking for someone to love and take care of him. Nancy, who the book goes into deeper detail regarding, brings her own psychologically damaged baggage to the equation, which the combination of the two of them, makes for explosive and destructive results. The movie portrays the two as a complete emotional rock and roll train wreck, with equally destructive people (from the manager, Malcom McLaren, Sex Pistol bandmates and the various hangers-on) surrounding them. Nancy, played by the amazing Chloe Webb, is portrayed as a loud, crass, bossy drug addict, who appears to be looking for love and acceptance anywhere, from anyone. Sid, played haunting well by Gary Oldman, seeks the same. The movie is a well-crafted version of the events that surrounded these two during the short time they were together. It's worth the view - if nothing else but a cautionary revisit to the 70's - when we all thought that nothing could hurt us...
Memorable quotes for Sid and Nancy :
Nancy: I hate my fuckin' life.
Sid : This is just a rough patch. Things'll be much better when we get to America, I promise.
Nancy : We're in America. We've been here a week. New York is in America, you fuck.
Sid : This is just a rough patch. Things'll be much better when we get to America, I promise.
Nancy : We're in America. We've been here a week. New York is in America, you fuck.
Malcolm: Phoebe - how would you like to supervise our Sidney for a month or two?
Phoebe : No way.
Malcolm : Go on; you'd be a good influence on the boy. Why not?
Phoebe : Infectious hepatitis, loony girlfriend, drugs?
Malcolm : Boys will be boys.
Phoebe : No way.
Malcolm : Go on; you'd be a good influence on the boy. Why not?
Phoebe : Infectious hepatitis, loony girlfriend, drugs?
Malcolm : Boys will be boys.
Sid: If it wasn't for my mum's kindness, we'd be out on the fucking streets!
Nancy : And if it wasn't for your mom's stupidity, we'd have our own apartment in Paris!
Nancy : And if it wasn't for your mom's stupidity, we'd have our own apartment in Paris!
Sid: We don't fucking care.
Sid: [playing on his bass] And we don't fucking care!
John : No, there's no "fucking". It's just "we don't care"
John : No, there's no "fucking". It's just "we don't care"
Sid: 'Ere, speakin of cunts who can't play. Hello girls, where'd you get your perms?
Steve: [playing darts in the pub] Get the darts Paul.
Paul : [checks their hands] Let me see your hands, keep 'em where I can see 'em. I'm watching you, you bastards.
[goes to the dart board]
Sid : Hey, Paul.
[Sid, John and Steve start throwing darts at him]
Paul : Fuck off. Fuck off!
Duke Bowman : Steady on boys.
Paul : Bastards! It's not funny! You could stick me in the eye; put it in my brains, I couldn't play the drums then.
Steve : You can't play the fuckin drums anyway.
John : You can't play the fuckin drums anyway.
Paul : [checks their hands] Let me see your hands, keep 'em where I can see 'em. I'm watching you, you bastards.
[goes to the dart board]
Sid : Hey, Paul.
[Sid, John and Steve start throwing darts at him]
Paul : Fuck off. Fuck off!
Duke Bowman : Steady on boys.
Paul : Bastards! It's not funny! You could stick me in the eye; put it in my brains, I couldn't play the drums then.
Steve : You can't play the fuckin drums anyway.
John : You can't play the fuckin drums anyway.
Detective: [Sid has been arrested] Why so tense kid? Look, we just wanna know who the girl was. Where id you meet her? Son?
[hands him a cigarette]
Detective : Son.
Sid : [Takes a drag and sniffles] I met her at Linda's.
Detective : Linda? Who's Linda?
[hands him a cigarette]
Detective : Son.
Sid : [Takes a drag and sniffles] I met her at Linda's.
Detective : Linda? Who's Linda?
Nancy: It's a real waste to smoke that shit. Don't ya have any needles?
Nancy: What are ya doin here? You're in the studio, these places cost like fifty grand a minute. You could be really shining out! But what? You're just wonking off!
John : Wanking!
Nancy : What happened to you? Did you try and kiss your mother?
John : None of your business.
Brenda Winczor : John got beaten up by facists.
John : Wanking!
Nancy : What happened to you? Did you try and kiss your mother?
John : None of your business.
Brenda Winczor : John got beaten up by facists.
Nancy: Who's Dick Dent?
Brenda Winczor : He's just some wanky journalist who don't appreciate The Sex Pistols.
Brenda Winczor : He's just some wanky journalist who don't appreciate The Sex Pistols.
Sid: Why don't you shut up and fucking sing you twat.
Paul : You're well out of time, Sid.
Sid : Bollocks, you wanker.
Steve : Play the fucking song, will ya.
John : Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?
Paul : You're well out of time, Sid.
Sid : Bollocks, you wanker.
Steve : Play the fucking song, will ya.
John : Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?
Rock Head: [on an exercise bike] So, it appears we are related.
John : [drinking from a bottle of vodka - he burps] Eh?
Rock Head : The press. They're callin' me the "Big Daddy of Punk"
[he looks at Sid and Nancy kissing and groping on the bed]
Rock Head : Lovely couple.
John : Fuck you, Rock Head. What the fuck are you doin' here anyway? I think I'm gonna fuckin' puke!
[burps again]
John : [drinking from a bottle of vodka - he burps] Eh?
Rock Head : The press. They're callin' me the "Big Daddy of Punk"
[he looks at Sid and Nancy kissing and groping on the bed]
Rock Head : Lovely couple.
John : Fuck you, Rock Head. What the fuck are you doin' here anyway? I think I'm gonna fuckin' puke!
[burps again]
Sid: [in a taxi on the way to the airport] I wish we wasn't breaking up.
Phoebe : Well it's a bit late for that isn't it? Paul and Steve are flying to Rio, Malcom's in London, John's in New York.
Sid : Yeah, great. What am I gonna do?
Phoebe : Anything you like; you're a free agent now.
Sid : I'll go home; see Nancy.
Phoebe : Yeah, well do that.
Sid : Master Kung Fu.
Phoebe : Look try and get off the heroin OK? Come on promise.
Sid : Ok.
Phoebe : And cut bac on the drinking all right?
Sid : Yeah all right, all right I promise! Cross me heart and hope to die
[he smirks]
Phoebe : Well it's a bit late for that isn't it? Paul and Steve are flying to Rio, Malcom's in London, John's in New York.
Sid : Yeah, great. What am I gonna do?
Phoebe : Anything you like; you're a free agent now.
Sid : I'll go home; see Nancy.
Phoebe : Yeah, well do that.
Sid : Master Kung Fu.
Phoebe : Look try and get off the heroin OK? Come on promise.
Sid : Ok.
Phoebe : And cut bac on the drinking all right?
Sid : Yeah all right, all right I promise! Cross me heart and hope to die
[he smirks]
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