I don't normally bother to write reviews, it's just not my style, but the people on here, saying wait to watch it on TV. Must be a little dead inside to my way of thinking.
This story of the iconic singer puts her voice front and centre, if you watch it in a theatre, how it gives those performances life and context and the genuinely mesmerising nature and audacious beauty of Whitney Houston's voice is worth the price of admission alone.
To watch it on the small screen would be a travesty, and given its recent history, it's strange how you forget how important she actually was, and how she deserves a biography of this type. Maybe that's because mainstream media is now awash with the cult of celebrity, everything is so immediate and throw away, but her voice is a visceral emotional bomb, it left me shattered, torn apart, I'd forgotten how permanent it is, was and should be, like a Pavarotti.
It's become de rigueur, ever since La vie en rose and Walk the line to take a few swings at the Oscars with biographies of musical stars.
This year, I loved Elvis, despite the Baz Luhrmann treatment, and this depiction, in truth, lacks a little bravura style, there's something about the direction that misses a few notes, but that may be partly due to the characters being too mixed up and complicated for the script to try to shed light on them in just over two hours, but I found Whitney Houston and the ensemble and dysfunction that surrounded her to be every bit as emotionally affecting as any I've seen in recent memory, which brings me back to the voice The Voice; oh, how I cried, it will live with me for a long time. A new years day is tomorrow and I'm going to revisit her songs to lift me through January. Bless your heart, Nippy peace to all xx.
This story of the iconic singer puts her voice front and centre, if you watch it in a theatre, how it gives those performances life and context and the genuinely mesmerising nature and audacious beauty of Whitney Houston's voice is worth the price of admission alone.
To watch it on the small screen would be a travesty, and given its recent history, it's strange how you forget how important she actually was, and how she deserves a biography of this type. Maybe that's because mainstream media is now awash with the cult of celebrity, everything is so immediate and throw away, but her voice is a visceral emotional bomb, it left me shattered, torn apart, I'd forgotten how permanent it is, was and should be, like a Pavarotti.
It's become de rigueur, ever since La vie en rose and Walk the line to take a few swings at the Oscars with biographies of musical stars.
This year, I loved Elvis, despite the Baz Luhrmann treatment, and this depiction, in truth, lacks a little bravura style, there's something about the direction that misses a few notes, but that may be partly due to the characters being too mixed up and complicated for the script to try to shed light on them in just over two hours, but I found Whitney Houston and the ensemble and dysfunction that surrounded her to be every bit as emotionally affecting as any I've seen in recent memory, which brings me back to the voice The Voice; oh, how I cried, it will live with me for a long time. A new years day is tomorrow and I'm going to revisit her songs to lift me through January. Bless your heart, Nippy peace to all xx.