I had wanted to see it since I learnt that Asif Kapadia's documentary was in production. The sad story of a life cut tragically short and a voice that the world was to be blessed with for only a fraction of the time it could, and possibly should have been. And what a voice it was. Amy Winehouse's talent was undeniable. With just two albums to her name, the girl with a petite frame made a huge mark on British music history. Her story was told beautifully. Silently. The footage spoke for itself and needed. She needed no introduction. And a narrator was not needed for the tragedy that unfolded before our eyes. The question that loomed for me as I watched as the few chapters into which her life might be divided was, did she ever really stand a chance? She died of heart failure. She died, I came to understand, of the broken heart she'd been writing about her whole career. To watch a film such as this, ...
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