http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcOxhH8N3Bo "Once upon a time there was love in my life, but now I'm only falling apart. There's nothing I can do.. a total eclipse of the heart" Apparently the nation's favourite song to sing in the shower and it was my late father's favourite song, Total Eclipse of the Heart is a depressing power ballad par excellence written and produced by Jim Steinman for Welsh chanteuse Bonnie Tyler's album Faster Than the Speed of Night. It was released in 1983 and hit the number one spot in both America and Britain. I think I read something years ago about the song costing a fortune to produce. It is heart rending stuff with Tyler basically having a nervous breakdown over a man on vinyl ("Turn around every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears"). She pleads with him to come and hold her tight but really deep down, I reckon she knows that her love for this man is redundant and he is not coming back despite her desperate pleas - "I don't know what to do, I'm always in the dark. We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks. I really need you tonight! Forever's gonna start tonight!" - thus implores Miss Tyler. But there is no hint of a reconciliation and she is left with her "total eclipse of the heart". Total Eclipse of the Heart is a very depressing song and its misery has captured the imagination of recording artists worldwide with many artists covering the song, converting it into different languages etc. An absolutely horrible dance version of the song was released in 1995 by Nicki French. Nobody can beat Bonnie's version - they cannot inject the right powerful misery that Bonnie gave to the song. Turn around bright eyes!
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My first film watched was Carrie aged 2 on my dad's knee. Educated at The University of St Andrews and Trinity College Dublin. Fan of Arthouse, Exploitation, Horror, Euro Trash, Giallo, New French Extremism. Weaned at the bosom of a Russ Meyer starlet. The bleaker, artier or sleazier the better!