Photographers were there when Fielder-Civil visited Winehouse's grave for the first time earlier this year, and he was more than happy to tell his story in quotes fragmented across six months. Winehouse's father is still capitalizing on her fame by condemning Kapadia's film for slander. We make room for those that failed the young singer. We knew the one that we drove off a cliff, who we continue to obsess over like an afterlife reality star. Check any YouTube comment thread and one quickly realizes the behavior doesn't stop at the world's most famous faces. The media treated Winehouse like a fictional character.
They turn people into names, warping their own censoring consciences. Onlookers play a role in the death of young celebrities every time they endorse the TMZ intruders with a click. It's a difficult topic to sympathize with- we care about a millionaire with problems because…?-but Amy shatters the jaded stance. Countless biopics, Lifetime movies, and docu-projects (including Joaquin Phoenix's scathing satire I'm Still Here) have grappled with the blessing/curse dichotomy of celebrity. We were right to go nuts for her nasally vocals, a raw, honest answer to Shirley Bassey, and wrong to feed of her life-force in relentless, ferocious spurts of schadenfreude. Kapadia points fingers in every direction-including ours. There are people to blame for Winehouse's death. When Bennett, presenting the award, reads her name, a 14-year-old that couldn't imagine a singing career past private "Happy Birthday" performances surfaces from long-forgotten corner of her psyche. Maybe it could have been when Winehouse won the Record of the Year Grammy for "Rehab," she was thousands of miles away in a private performance space, surrounded by friends. She needed to turn her ears off to vitriol and criticism that accompanied every move. She wanted to be too fucked up to take the stage for performances. In Amy, Fielder-Civil, in a moment of rare clarity, says that Winehouse was prone to self-sabotage. It's possible Amy Winehouse would have reached a blood alcohol level of 0.4 and died of respiratory arrest if she was just another party animal from Southgate. During one recording session, Winehouse tells a friend, "this is so boring without drugs." She tried like hell to quit her addictions. Personal moments recontextualize her most disastrous moments, like an infamous Serbian performance where vices sent her toppling down in front of thousands of fans. Footage shows Winehouse holed up in her Camden Town apartment, melting into her couch after nights of heavy drinking and drugs. The latter half of Amy drags us through the singer's descent. Music, a craving for creativity, was always there to save her.īut we know how the story ends. The girl that rocked smokey bars and low-rent recording studios in her youth was the same one bullshitting through talk show interviews and bemoaning Terry Richardson fashion shoots (one of the film's most gratifying asides). Everyone from Mos Def to Tony Bennett fell for the singer. These are problems many people have overcome with support. Fielder-Civil's emotional abuse ripped her in two, inspiring some of her most potent lyrics. She partied hard after moving out of her parents house. What happened? Winehouse suffered from depression and eating disorders from an early age. There's an air of mystery to Amy as Winehouse blossoms from amateur jazz singer to alto crooner to six-time Grammy winner. " shit fucking moves me," Amy said of Salaam Remi, the Miami-based hip-hop producer behind her first album, Frank. She loved the music and loathed the spotlight. As Amy reveals, Winehouse became even more vibrant the media looked away. She cussed like a sailor and sang with the summoned souls of jazz legends, idiosyncratic until the very end. When she opened up to the media, everyone had one hand on the bleep button.
We saw traces of Winehouse's authentic self during her darkest moments. Using only found footage-from Winehouse's family, Shymansky's archives, television appearances, paparazzi footage, and studio B-roll-Kapadia pieces together a portrait of an artist that defies public perception. The clip opens Amy, a heartbreaking new documentary from Senna filmmaker Asif Kapadia. This is Winehouse, 14, beaming and belting in her own home.
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