#amythemovie

[heresmymoviereview]

#HeresMyMovieReview of @AMY_filmUK: Two proverbs come out of this gripping film: 1. You're only as successful as the company you keep. 2. Like winning the lotto, fame & fortune don't buy happiness. They just magnify what's already inside of you- good & bad. Wow, I give it 5 out of 5 artists gone too soon. #academyawards #amywinehouse #bestdocumentary #amythemovie #amy_filmuk #movies #moviereview #moviereviews #cinema #cinephile #films #movieoftheday #Photography #photos #fotos #pics #pohtooftheday #movie Viewed on #Amazonprime #reposthmmr

[havefaithinourpete]

I go back to us.

[artfilmfile]

"Amy" and "Tangerine" box office hits at Lake Worth's Stonzek Theater

“Amy” and “Tangerine” box office hits at Lake Worth’s Stonzek Theater

When it comes to popularity and box office revenues in the world of indie films, it sometimes comes down to a symbolic coin toss. Much of the success of low-budget independent films, largely depend on the audience’s reception at film festivals. Last month in Lake Worth, Florida, the Stonzek Theater, a small art-film movie house, located next to the historic Lake Worth Playhouse, screened…

[ijayt205]

So I got a chance to see #Amy yesterday 😝 #amywinehouse #amythemovie

[missperrisee]

Just say Amy the documentary today. I have so many feelings. I’m heartbroken all over again but I’m also so happy that the film was made. It humanized not only her as a woman, but her struggles with addiction. It also emphasized just how pure, raw and effortless her talent was. She was a true artist. Otherworldly and almost too real for this world. This is probably my favorite performance from her during the Back to Black era. So not fair how much fame and opportunists kill. Miss you Amy. 

[aloudonline]

Getting ready to watch #amythemovie. Here's a picture of the screen because social media. -H (at Somerville Theatre)

[thesaintmatthew]

What an amazing movie. I feel so depressed that we will never experience this beautiful talent again. Gone but never forgotten. R.I.P. Amy Winehouse #amythemovie #amywinehouse #movie #photography (at Regal Warrington Crossing Stadium 22 & IMAX)

[busabuntu]

I can't wait to see this film. I love this women's work and I truly pray she has found some peace away from this maddening crowd. #AmyTheMovie #Soulful #LostButNotForgotten #IStillListenToBackToBlackReligiously #LittleUpset

[havefaithinourpete]

Such a treasure, sadly lost.

[artfilmfile]

Film review: "Amy" directed by Asif Kapadia

Film review: “Amy” directed by Asif Kapadia

http://blogcritics.org/movie-review-asif-kapadias-amy-heartbeaking-and-compelling-self-portrait/ My review of Asif Kapadia’s Amy, can be found clicking the link above to the Blogcritics.org website.  

[mizrevenge]

progress shot of Amy Painting in oils and spray paint with a lil help from my 2yr old:)

[jamesdazell]

AMY

 I remember exactly where I was the moment I heard the news that Amy Winehouse died. I was on the south west Spanish coast, at a bar, it was afternoon. We were laughing and joking, until a friend arrived and said the words, and our laughter fell silent. And, as often comes with the news of death, a strange absence seemed present, as though something there on the coast was now being collected and taken out to sea with the tide.   Four years later, I’m sat in a cinema in Camden, where Amy lived, watching a biopic of the events that lead to that moment.   Like the film shows us, a bold and pretty Amy surrounded by a dark world, even the film posters tell her story. Most of the poster for the film drowns in deep black, filling almost all the image, with two bright eyes shining back at us, and in a bold type in pretty pink, the name AMY. I wouldn’t so much call it a biopic. It didn’t narrate how she developed and progressed as an artist. There are plenty of other sources and interviews that could reveal that. The film depicted what the privilege of raw personal footage allows to reveal: the close personal world around a rising star.   At a first impression, it could be a film portraying the ugliness of success. It could be a film portraying the ugliness of the music industry. It could be a film portraying the ugliness of people. But in the end it’s all of those things, the ugliness of all those things surrounding a girl with a beautiful voice, who had an incredibly unique ability to make beautiful music. A talent to which the development of in the sense of an artist, seemed to be no other’s goal but her own, with the exception of Salaam. Amy’s ambition was to be the best musician she could be. She loved writing music, and often didn’t see herself as anything bigger than a musician. “Look, I’m a just a musician right. I don’t think about who’s going to buy it, I don’t think about who’s going to hear it, I just make the music I want to hear.” And there’s no point in this film that seems to suggest anyone else had that same passion for this aim. No one knew how to make her a better artist but Amy.   There were a few times, when Amy was singing that I forgot it was a cinema crowd and not a live music audience, and I almost applauded along with the crowd in the film, lost in awe at the greatness of her talent and that voice that could still waters. * * *   From the beginning, all the habits that would be destroying her in the future were there, but she was flattered for it because it was normal, and everybody was of that period of youth where no one knows who they are, everybody is comparing themselves to other people and trying to be something they’re not. The people around her even from the beginning of her career wanted to seem cool because they wanted Amy to enjoy their relationship with them, and because they knew already she wasn’t someone who could be told. As happens with everyone, once she moved out of her home, her independence opened up a whole freedom of behaviour that made her feel liberated. “I just want to smoke weed all day. That’s not something you can do at home.” But most people go through a short phase of that burst of independence over a year or so and then grow out of it and realise that independence is far more than juvenile thrills, but accepting responsibility for your own life. Amy never seemed to experience a time in her life where she had to grow out of it. It was always an acceptable and encouraged lifestyle and attitude. She never had to “grow up” until it seemed to be impacting on the fortunate life she helped provide for other people. Then - it was not acceptable.   It was alarming that such an intelligent, funny, charming, and uniquely talented person could create a life for herself in which no one around her came close to the measurement towards the charm of her own gifts.   At an earlier part of her career, where it showed Amy in an apartment, comically pretending to be a European guest hostess, she seems relaxed, at peace, enjoying a little freedom, which seems what she sought for in love, drugs, and independence. And used all her abuses as a way of recreating a sense of emancipation to ever higher levels, whilst her career seemed to further confining her to responsibilities and pressures.   But worse than that, she drew it to her. The dependence on her farther’s approval, the exchange of managers (from infatuated to exploitive), her addiction to Blake - she accumulated pressures. If there was a real rehab it would be regarding the people around her.   It’s probably important to highlight something I keep referring to: the music industry. A musician in who right now has just experienced a sudden boom in stardom recently said “there is a big difference between the entertainment industry and the music industry, and the two shouldn’t be confused with one another.” In sense, like the artist who said those words, Amy seems to belong to the latter as a musician but the former in her contractual career. And hers is story not unlike so many who’ve gone through the entertainment industry. A world she was never really equipped to deal with. No one seems to be taken in to the industry and helped to become a professional. It’s something the artists seem to have to learn by their own experience. Perhaps in some ways because the side-stage team will never experience their success in quite the same limelight as the artists they’re working with - no matter how much experience. And each success is it’s own.   I don’t think the film can be an all encompassing view of the music industry. It’s not the music industry. It’s the difference between having good and bad people around you. It’s the difference between having people around you whose interests are yours and whose interests are their own. She was unfortunate to be a special person with a whole world of cunts around her. What she needed was the right kind of cunt; someone to tell her what she didn’t want to hear, someone who had nothing to lose, who wouldn’t worry about losing a friendship, because something here mattered more. Namely, her well-being. And that she experienced a side of the industry where some of the very closest people were false friends.   What’s evident is she was surrounded by people whom seemed disengaged with the world and locked inside this bubble of blowing up this figure to create their own lifestyles. She became a generator of other people’s pleasures and ambitions. The more famous and successful she became, the more she was divided by another person. She was the means to make the lives that other people around her wanted.   She had to become better, but the more people who got involved, the more she was divided. Everybody who got in got their slice. Everyone had a stake to lose and a stake to win. They pushed her in the direction, not of making her a better artist, but a bigger one. An artist with bigger returns for everybody. She made other people money. She gave other people professional status. She gave other people lifestyle status. The wry smile of Blake attending red carpets, and then asking whose paying for drinks. “Amy,” he hears, “bring another Dom Pérignon!” and Amy was the key source of his own drug addiction.   Even the overtones of the romantic and seemingly sexual infatuation from her nineteen year old boy-blagged-it-made-manager, Nicky, who, as he said, made him feel important, and then feel like nothing. She was seemingly the cause of his own worth and worthlessness. Until they were both older and he reflects back on their personal naivety. “It should have been business,” says Nicky, “but when you’re nineteen and sixteen you don’t realise that.” And he says with some surprise later “she was actually excited” about his wedding.   As happens when artists change managers, they hire someone who isn’t connected with the artist as a person but as a means of furthering potential business. And end up either being overworked or oversold. Of course they are, what other expectation do new managers have for being hired other than to do a better job than the last one. And the way they do it isn’t to make the artist work better, but to make the artist work harder. There are rare examples of exchange of management and it being better for the artist. Better management is the point, not new management. An overall better team, that works FOR the artist. Partly, it was a case of too many cooks, with too many individual interests. But also cooks who were so distant they weren’t even in the kitchen. She was a flame everybody was trying to get heat from.   Everyone had something to gain. If there was any growing shape to her life it wasn’t the direction of her success it was the ever growing dependence on her from those around her. She began as one person, a little girl to her parents, then a girl with a few friends, steadily and then rapidly a world of other people’s career became engaged with her life. They knew how to make her more fun, more entertaining, more talked about in media, more enjoyable company. The last thing, and always when it came to the losing of their own rewards in her success, did anyone step in to help. Although Lucian made that contract to prevent her from using, and his voice of the recording seemed in the tone of someone being helpful. It may well have done Amy huge harm to have to become clean so fast, because the body can’t handle coming off drugs so intensely. It has to be a long and gradual process to let the body adjust to what it’s become dependant on. It can in cases be worse than not stopping at all. But they needed another record, and they needed more shows. * * *   Everybody killed Amy. When her life was visibly plummeting, TV presenters, comedians, chat show hosts, used her news as entertainment. A comedian referring to her in a joke as looking “like a campaign poster against neglected horses.” The other side effect was that no one sees or knows the other people around her, so the media portray all of her acts (the result of many things beyond herself) as a cause of her own temperament and character. The media held her accountable, because from outside no one saw in perhaps until this film. The paparazzi didn’t seem to be the worst thing in Amy’s life. Intrusive and hounding though they were. They swarmed on a scene that was already damaged.   I don't think it's about the industry, not about drugs, its not about any of it. It was about making decisions. It takes a second to say "yes" or "no" and has the consequence for the rest of our lives. Responsible, of course she was. But how many people wouldn’t be there if she had really sorted herself out. * * *   It’s a tough industry, ruthless, and it showed that all the behind the scenes people can behave like that and perhaps get things done, and no paparazzi hound them, and no one else needs so much of them. But to be the centre spotlight you’re required to be fit and healthy mentally and physically to be really ready for that career. Otherwise it drains you. You need both kinds of strength. And the endurance to handle the extensiveness of relentless it is on the road.  From our view, it was clear throughout that she was the light of her own world. From her view, it was Blake. The intelligence, the humour, the songstress. Amy was funnier than I had expected, and other than her music she confronted her life through her sense of humour. She laughed off a lot of things, she made fun of things she didn’t take with the seriousness that was directed upon it. “His album’s called What Goes Around Comes Around??....” remarks an unimpressed Amy of Justin Timberlake’s album as the nominees are being announced for the Grammy she was about to win. And she was more intelligent than anyone around her, which was made even more obvious by her sense of humour. She was more talented and clearer headed about what she wanted to do with her art than anyone. I’d recently seen a playlist for a mixtape Amy compiled when she was eighteen. That playlist was so revealing. She didn’t pick tracks to be badass or cool or show swagger or bravado, she just wanted to be authentic to who she was. It even expressed her sense of humour in music, with the Mickey Mouse club tracks, and her breadth from 40s vocal jazz to contemporary punk music. That’s why she was cool. Because that’s the reason anybody is cool, they they are authentic, and couldn’t give a damn about seeming to be anything else for anybody else. One thing that fascinated me and what I wanted to learn more about was the worlds of music that surrounded her. And, not how that shaped her own music, but how that shaped her along her journey. From the jazz she listened to as a child, to the rock music she was surrounded by in Camden, to the hip-hop she grew associated to as her career progressed. She seemed to move from one to the next as if drifting on the current and it was interesting to think how that drove back in to her music consciously or unconsciously. Whether she had deliberate interests in one form or another or whether it was simply a reflection of each new environment she found herself in. And I would have liked to have seen more connection between the music and lyrics she was making at the time and the state of health she was in as her life developed. The most beautiful thing in her life was her music. “Oh it gets a bit upsetting at the end” she says as she’s recording Back to Black, hearing the closing bars. And we hear Amy sing, with no backing music, the solitary words as if speaking from out of herself to her world “black.... black....” * * *   She was a spotlight under which so many lives depended on and she was abused and exploited for that. And the only people who didn’t have anything to gain, who just wanted her friendship, were her friends from her younger years, who seemed to have been pushed out or cast aside as her career progressed.   No doubt, her friend Laura comes across as the real person actively looking for Amy the person. And yet even she couldn’t refrain from saying “I love you, and I will always love you, but I don’t like what you’ve become.”   There was a moment she telephoned her mother, after reflection of the manic years that had passed, and she repeatedly apologised. But she obviously did so in the way we all act in this way in the moment we realise some mistake we made. A hindsight repentance. And whilst we’re caught in the moment of it we apologise in all sincerity, but immediately, because we know that moment is fleeting and we will go “back to black.”   If there was a song that seemed to echo throughout her life it was that. This circulation which she could never pull herself out from. No matter how light the glimpse of her happiness appeared, she always fell backwards, as if in some drunken stumble. Every good point in her life seemed to react in a backwards movement, as some new thing swayed her back to old habits or wanted something else from her.   Throughout the film, I didn’t feel sad. Not even a little. I felt angry. And only felt sad at the moment she died. And that moment as everyone appeared, dressed in her deepest word “black”, as a cast of the guilty and the damned.   She could have been more of who she was. Like most self-abusers, in herself she was fighting for something, and hadn’t seen what was worth fighting for that was bigger than herself, so she fought herself. Usually an inner struggle corrects itself when directed on an external and larger thing than oneself. This was a girl who loved music. Who needed music to deal with her own demons, to expunge them and forget them. Only to relive them in the three minutes when she sang them on stage. Music didn’t seem to be an escape for Amy. It seemed to be the one thing she had where she could confront life. It was the one thing that kept her strong against everything. Naturally because of this it was the most beautiful and peaceful expression of her because through music she could conquer her demons and poisons, and it was the sound of her having overcome them. Here, she was the Amy who stood on top of the world. Her music was where she could confront her demons. It was her strength, she seemed strongest there. In her singing, her song-writing, her music, she was a lioness. In the end, as she says of herself “the more people see of me, the more they’ll realise the only thing I’m good for is making tunes.”

[indiewire]

We’re giving out free tickets to advanced screenings of the heartbreaking Amy Winehouse documentary nationwide! See if it’s playing in your city and grab a ticket.

[gspotla]

#AmyTheMovie premier with the pup 🐶 @osirismusic.

[rubiewooo]

I can't wait to seeeee, I love her so much 😭