I was eager to watch Amy, the 2015 documentary film portraying the rise and fall of Amy Winehouse, but I had no idea just how much it would get in my head. I watched it on Sunday and it’s still playing on my mind five days later.
The film, directed by Asif Kapadia, is totally made up from archive footage and I’ll be honest, when it started I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy the format. There is no narrator or host and I like to be very sure about what I’m watching. But within minutes I was hooked (and slightly in love). There are interviews with friends and family played over the video material, which does give a type of narrative and direction.
‘Amy’ – documentary review
I’d say I was mainly indifferent to Amy before her death. I certainly didn’t dislike her music but neither did I buy it. Like a lot of people I just thought of her as a (talented) singer with a beehive, who looked like a laugh but was also a mess.
Aside from the documentary being shocking what I took from it was just how talented and basically amazing she was. It made me feel genuinely sad that I’d not followed her music more before she died.
I certainly never realised what a gifted artist and musician she was, from playing the guitar to writing her own songs – which are all biographical and full of heart and soul. She was into jazz whilst growing up and her earlier music (before Mark Ronson stuck his trumpet in) was so bluesy and gorgeous. I’m talking Ella Fitzgerald style and watching her sing at eighteen years old, it was hard to believe she would be dead within the decade.
Of course the crazy times are pretty crazy and without sounding heartless, make for some compelling viewing. Amy was a drug addict, an alcoholic and she suffered from bulimia. She was a depressive and often violent and she clearly had, I’m not saying a bad childhood, but not the best either.
Her father Mitch actually opposed the release of Amy saying he was ‘portrayed in a bad way’ but interestingly no opinions are ever expressed and considering the entire film is made from archive footage, the only person who could be accused of portraying him badly would be himself.
But most people have a cross to bear. And how many of us could blame our parents? Amy’s mum and dad are still somewhat of a mystery but they can’t take the entire blame for her downfall. You could tell she was always going to be a a loose cannon. In the early footage she was feisty (and very funny) and a fan of smoking weed and getting drunk. I think some people just have ‘it’ in them and fame just exacerbates it. For Amy it was made even harder because the press would not leave her alone, even at most unwell and vulnerable.
But for every shock clip containing bloody feet (where she had injected heroin into her toes) missing teeth or bizarre behaviour – there are ten more that define her beauty, talent and spark.
I’m not even sure why exactly, but Amy had such an effect on me. I felt like she was my friend or could have been my friend. Her kindness, wit and insecurity was so evident and I guess the bottom line is I just really liked her.
Amy is premiering tonight on Channel 4 at 9pm.
Watch it, Tivo it or record it onto VHS tape (I honestly have a friend who still does that) but do not miss it.