Review of Amy (2015) by Paul V — 10 Aug 2015

In a nutshell, the biography is about a little girl who is looking for a father figure her entire life.

I am not a huge Amy Winehouse fan. I don't have any of her albums. I do like a few of her songs. So, you won't be getting a hardcore fan review out of me.

Everyone has a tank in their soul which is filled with, what they believe are, things that keep them going in life. Amy's fuel consisted of drugs, alcohol, and ways to get her heart broken and break it even more herself. It's this fuel that produces soul-driven music and lyrics that most singers can only dream their writers could write.

As quite a few troubled artists, Amy comes from a broken home. Her parents divorced when she was 9. Her mom stayed with her, physically; but her heart wasn't really into parenting.. not Amy, anyway.

Since the divorce, Amy did and said whatever she felt like. Her dad didn't give a rat's ass about her until her talent showed signs of financial profit. Then all he cared about was money. What's a father for, right?

Her friends and first manager cared deeply for her while tough-loving her into near permanent disconnection.

Her later manager, scumbag mother-f'r, cared about nothing but getting Amy to tour as much as possible.

And let's not forget boyfriend after boyfriend that showed her what love isn't.

Watching the movie, you easily realize that turning 30 was not in her future.

Her eyes told the story during the entire movie: the happiness of performing vs the boredom of rehash singing.

She'll make you smile, laugh, and mostly be frustrated with her. The one surprising thing was not once was there a moment when you could cheer her on, most likely because you already knew the end.

Violence is never shown except for a few punches she threw at the AK-47 style mob shootings of the paparazzi. The aftermath of her violent nights, however, were shown in their bloody realism.

Fans and non-fans alike will get a reality check of how the celebrity life can treat you. Very little amount of glamour here, kids.

Never put unleaded into a diesel tank. It will never get you where you want to go.

I do recommend seeing this documentary, cringe-worthy as it is.

Movie warnings: drug abuse, alcohol abuse, profanity, VERY bad parenting, pompous twit boyfriends, and a possible beginning addiction to jazz singers.

After thought: When leaving the theater, next to the exit door was a sign that said 'No alcohol beyond this point.' Where and when is YOUR point?