With David Bowie’s passing, I noticed on Facebook that many of my female contemporaries mourned the loss of The Goblin King. Bowie reinvented himself dozens of times, from Ziggy Stardust to The Thin White Duke to Blue Jean, through his years with Tin Machine, into the 90s with albums such as Outside and Earthling that continued to push boundaries, before finishing his amazing life with Blackstar, released just last Friday.
So why The Goblin King? Why a single character from among his entire pantheon, born of a film with dancing Jim Henson creations?
My answer is this: sexual awakening. The following is a post I wrote in 2009 after watching Labyrinth for the first time in at least a decade.
This isn’t a full review—more like observations on a very subversive film, and how my daughters