segunda-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2016

Amy review: 'piercingly sad'

Amy Winehouse's glorious rise and heartbreaking fall is movingly documented by the director of Senna
Towards the end of her short life, Amy Winehouse’s last single, Love is a Losing Game, sounded like a private lament – as if you were spying on her raking the embers of a lost relationship. But in Amy, Asif Kapadia’s documentary about the singer’s life and death, the song seems to bounce back on its singer, turning the lament into an obituary.
“Played out by the band / Love is a losing hand.” “Though I battle blind / Love is a fate resigned.” Though she recorded these couplets in early 2006, at least a year before becoming a global star, there’s an astonishing far-sightedness locked away in them which emerges over the course of this piercingly sad and honourable film. 
Even more than her sky-scraping talent, love was Amy Winehouse’s tragic flaw – love for music, her audience, her father, her husband, and the ritual of performance itself. And in Amy, you often see how that love was variously repaid with exploitation and betrayal. It’s a film that makes you newly angry and sad about losing Winehouse so early – before albums three, four, five and more, before the lifetime achievement awards and glittering retrospectives, the scandalously young boyfriends and croaking Vegas residencies. 
  • But in doing so, it forces you to recognise the sheer selfishness of that anger and sadness. As becomes shatteringly clear, the last thing we should have asked of Winehouse was more.
Kapadia makes you feel that pressure bearing down on her from the start: first lightly, as she sings in dark bars and jazz dens, spewing her soul into the audience’s laps, and then later, when she becomes caught in the machinery of fame, as unbearably as a thumbscrew.
Amy Winehouse is the subject of Asif Kapadia's documentary 'Amy'
Wrenching: Amy Winehouse is the subject of Asif Kapadia's documentary Amy
As in the director’s previous documentary about the Formula One driver Ayrton Senna, this entire story is told through archive footage and photographs – though here they are often accompanied by audio interviews with her vampirish ex-husband Blake Fielder (formerly Fielder-Civil), her father Mitch, mother Janis, other family members, and assorted close friends and associates.
Occasionally there are holes in the story, which is simply a drawback of the technique: understandably, no one wants to implicate themselves in Winehouse’s original discovery of heroin and crack cocaine, or the decision to keep her on the road when she was at her lowest ebb. But the gaps are largely drowned out by Winehouse’s own voice, which comes roaring back to life through open-hearted home-movie conversations with friends, frequently insightful and funny interviews with journalists and on chat shows, and above all in her lyrics.
  • The songs are key – and Amy makes you realise they always were. Winehouse’s music was intensely autobiographical, and whenever it plays in the film, Kapadia runs the lyrics on screen in handwritten script, quietly drawing attention to the many contact points between her life and art. Stronger Than Me is a wry reflection on a feeble ex-lover, while What Is It About Men? picks over her father’s infidelity during her childhood. (“I felt Amy was over it pretty quick,” Mitch comments later: subtle moments like this make clear just how different the real Winehouse was from the versions that her family, management and fans believed in.)
A colossal talent: Amy Winehouse
What is clear, though, both through her father’s own words and the lyrics of the song Rehab, is that he was, for at least a while, a driving force behind keeping her on a lucrative concert tour and away from professional help. (No wonder Mitch, and the Winehouse family by extension, has noisily disowned the film.) “I ain’t got the time / And if my Daddy thinks I’m fine…”: for a while those were words to live by, and later, words to die by too.
In fact, the most merciless trick in Kapadia’s arsenal is the way in which his film slowly transforms Rehab from a familiar hit record into a self-destructive mantra. It’s the song that signals Winehouse has “made it”, and when we first hear it, it’s accompanied by a lightning storm of flash photography.
But as she repeatedly performs it at gigs and on chat shows, you notice her adding little vocal flourishes, perhaps in an attempt to keep things interesting. Later, at the series of abortive concerts before her death, the heavy footstep of the opening bars takes on a cortège-like quality.
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So it’s perhaps wise that, towards the end of Amy, Kapadia chooses to dwell on something positive: a perfect commemoration of Winehouse’s once-in-a-blue-moon talent. It’s an encounter in Abbey Road Studios between her and Tony Bennett, to record the jazz standard Body and Soul for Bennett’s forthcoming album of duets. Winehouse, now 27 and three months from death, is overawed. She paces back and forward, hemming and hawing, nerves obviously frayed to thread.
“Don’t worry, I’m the same,” says Bennett, with a crinkled smile: reassured, she breathes deeply, and they sing together, on the last song Winehouse would ever record. And for a few moments she becomes the perfect version of herself: voice low and whisky-rich, eyeshadow thick and feline, black hair bundled up in a cartoonishly beautiful heap. 
“My life a wreck you’re making,” she purrs at the microphone. “You know I’m yours for just the taking. I’d gladly surrender myself to you, body and soul.” As last words go, they’re unbeatable.

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