i love movies. especially music documentaries.
this year we have already seen one kurt cobain doc and another on the way.
kurt is probably my all time favorite dead rock star and even though montage of heck was good, “amy” is great.
one of the big differences is amy winehouse was being photographed and videotaped constantly through her whole ascent to superstardom
which is ironic because it is clear that she had zero interest in being famous.
kurt could pretend that fame wasnt of primary interest to him, but he did want it, he flirted with it and eventually signed with a huge label and made music videos and did all the things to be famous.
amy was different. she sang jazz. how you gonna be famous singing jazz? even punk rockers have their day now and then but jazz singers – in the 21st century? ha!
but there she was. in the spotlight. in love. always in love. and then in trouble. so much trouble.
i loved this movie because it made us fall for her in ways i never did when she was alive.
id seen her at sxsw and was not impressed. i watched her on tv now and then and was interested in her persona and her struggle. but i never really understood her story nor her music until last night at the academy screening of her new biopic.
this was a talented girl who, like many geniuses, had zero awareness to real life.
one of the funniest moments was when she was being filmed during a grammy ceremony and she heard the list of nominees and the title of their albums was shocked that justin timberlake’s was called “what goes around comes around”.
amy winehouse really knew that little about pop music? and she had that much disdain? despite being in the center of it?
it reminded me of Weezer’s “El Scorcho” where Rivers sings “I asked you to go to the Green Day concert / You said you never heard of them / (how cool is that?) / How cool is that? So I went to your room and read your diary.”
Amy is the video diary of the rise and fall of the best jazz singer of the new century.
and how love and fame and drugs and booze and the inability of parents and friends and even a record label cant stop imminent destruction.
it’s so weird to me that this story gets repeated so often in rock music and nothing can be done.
theres no guru? theres no rehab facility that works? theres no system? we just have to resign ourselves to the fact that the hangers on want to make money so they will keep pushing the stars onto the stage until they literally die?
i cried, sass cried, everyone cried. then they clapped at the end, then they clapped again. painfully good movie that hopefully influences some people.