Review: Amy


I don’t know whether it was coincidence or destiny, or if my subconscious was postponing it until the 14th of September, but that was when I finally AMY (she would have turned 32 that day). 

The story is known to, pretty much, everybody: a young and extremely talented girl climbs her way up to frequently be described as the most significant voice of her generation, but a background and volatile emotional character make it difficult to deal with the demands of fame. The girl then meets a boy, but the boy is bad news. The girl’s life revolves around him. The boy leaves. The girl collapses… and the end is near.

Director Asif Kapadia strives to present a story so exposed by the media, yet makes it seem like we are only learning it now. Archived footage, photographs, recordings, along with almost epic aerial shots of the locations where Amy had lived (in addition constantly showcasing her stunning voice and music) add up to this masterpiece of music documentary. We get to take a good look at her, our “favorite Jewish girl,” how confident yet insecure, how aspiring yet spontaneous and simple she remained until the very end. Those who are looking for an answer on who may be to blame for her death, her ex-husband or her father, you will be disappointed. Kapadia manages to keep his distance on the subject of sensationalism and does what, I would like to believe, Amy herself would have found beautiful: he shows who SHE was.

Fame, drugs, love, bad decisions- whatever the reason, one of the most charismatic and soulful voices of our time is no longer with us. Her songs, though, will keep accompanying us, giving us chills and creating a slew of emotions. Fortunately, that is the case with AMY as well. And, if shifting all those feelings from music to film is not going to convince you creation is some kind of remedy to life’s misery, I wonder what will…


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