A filmmaker sets out to discover the life of Joyce Vincent, who died in her bedsit in North London in 2003. Her body wasn't discovered for three years, and newspaper reports offered few details of her life - not even a photograph.
In this visual essay style documentary, intimate audio of journalist Michael Azerrad's interviews with Kurt Cobain is played over more recently photographed footage of Cobain's Washington state homes and haunts.
As the front man of the Clash from 1977 onwards, Joe Strummer changed people's lives forever. Four years after his death, his influence reaches out around the world, more strongly now than ... See full summary »
In the summer of 2006, Sigur Rós returned home to play a series of free, unannounced concerts for the people of Iceland. This film documents their already legendary tour with intimate ... See full summary »
Jon Thor Birgisson,
Orri P. Dyrason,
Thank God half of it was out of focus so I was partly spared from being tormented by what can only be described as the biggest "ego self loving" horror that has ever be put to film.
Steven Sebring despite being in what must be his 30s-40s, is in full "17 year old film student" mode here. No connection from scene to scene, void of any true meaning other than 'look at me I can make ambiguous shots!', and his egoistic 'look at how artistic I am' style vomits off the screen into your, what is now, blood soaked eyes.
I must stress I am not some philistine complaining that there were not enough explosions, but even a Patti Smith fan I went to see it with fell asleep. Not to mention the 30 or so people (all wearing Patti Smith t-shirts, clothes obvious fans) who had no choice but to leave this brutal cinematic molestation (o my how I envied them).
DO NOT SEE THIS FILM unless you are some kind of super Patti Smith fan that enjoys psychological torture!
6 of 34 people found this review helpful.
Was this review helpful to you?