AMY
See the trailer: AMY
the Documentary
Before I saw the documentary AMY, I knew nothing about Amy
Winehouse or her music, except that she died after a battle with addiction. If
you missed out as well, check this 2007 performance at the Isle of Wight: Me and Mister Jones.
The documentary is such an emotional juggernaut
that her death now strikes me as a tragic case of a gifted child
left out in the cold. From the beginning, home movies capture a young girl whose
spirit and talent flicker raw, rare, and uninhibited. But there's also a captivating vulnerability that hovers throughout, begging for protection
behind the exaggerated eyeliner and beehive hairdo. Nevertheless, a talent this
profound ultimately leads to discovery and fame, and, unfortunately, indulgences,
experimentation, and exploitation follow.
Through it all, the old-soul voice soars,
sultry and convincing beyond her age and what one might expect to be her life experience. The film feels
intimate, personal, voyeuristic to the end. Like so many others before her, there
was no one to save Amy from herself. Director Asif Kapadia has done a masterful
job assembling priceless film and video selections to depict Amy's evolution as
a young Jewish girl and singer molded by her Camden upbringing in north London,
a philanderer father who left when she was nine, reckless lovers, exploitive
handlers, and loyal girlfriends. Clips of her performances, interviews with
musicians, and a recording session with Tony Bennett reveal the burning light
that was Amy, a five-time Grammy winner on par with Billie Holliday and a
handful of the greatest female songstresses. Fingers crossed for best documentary.
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