It was the second time that I watched Rude Boy, a 1979 movie that features the Clash, at my friend Olivier's festival Combat Rock. The film is a fiction but also a documentary about the Clash in 1978, the british social and political climate when Margaret Thatcher became prime minister. The Clash are so good, so young, so beautiful; especially Paul Simonon with his Steve Mac Queen punk allure. The Clash have a lot of problems with justice in the movie, just being punk musicians. The main character of the film is Ray Gange, a fan, a friend, a sex shop employee who's becoming a Clash roadie. Ray Gange is the perfect soft punk, as I was a little bit myself in 82/83. The incredible achievement of this movie is to have been there as the Clash were at their best, fiction sticking to the real events being filmed. Yes, this is probably the best thing you can do in film: opening a door between fiction and reality.