Movie Review: Amy

By: Peneflix

Brian Jones, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Jean-Michel Basquiat…..Amy Winehouse (1983-2011), all died at the age of 27; supernovas extinguished by their own manufactured flames. Asif Kapadia’s stunning, and brutally honest documentary about the doomed talent, resonates to the core with the unadulterated pain of an unprotected, over-exposed ego. Amy was a one-dimensional individual, supremely gifted with a voice to rock the universe; blending jazz, soul, R&B, lyrics from the depths of her agonizing, excruciating existence, lifestyle. Her genius led to her destruction and “Amy” takes the viewer on her path to perdition.

A troubled, recalcitrant British teen, uses her body as a canvas of defiance: tattooing, piercing, molding her persona. Burgeoning notoriety crucified any chance of developing beyond her fame. Lacking the mettle of a “Barbra Streisand”, “Ella Fitzgerald”  she withers exponentially as her success accelerates. Drugs and alcohol protect and punish simultaneously; self-flagellation, abasement, and bulimia aid to her eventual demise.

Her life, informed by its ephemerality, is splayed across the screen, aching intensity from those who knew, worked with and loved Amy. Girlfriends, lovers, husband, managers, bodyguard, and family have their “fifteen” minutes; pathetically, all witness her wholesomeness diminish into a lithesome, fragile, brittle, bony, broken body and desecrated spirit .

Paul Cezanne said Claude Monet was only an “eye, but my God, what an eye”. Amy Winehouse was only a “voice”,  five time Grammy winner, her voice, a musical legacy, is all that’s left. That will have to suffice.


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Author: Peneflix