As a human being who possesses the basic
concept of empathy, I am sad that Amy Winehouse died as young as she did.
Knowing her then-widely publicised struggles with substance abuse and
alcoholism, regardless of the oft-repeated jokes that were made at the time of
her death about how ironic Rehab sounds in hindsight (which, I regretfully admit, I
indulged in a bit of myself), just adds another stitch to the tapestry of the
tragedies of fame and the loss of human life to its vices. Hell, regardless of
her fame, dying as she did to alcohol poisoning after all that had happened is
kind of heartbreaking. Of course, as a human being who knows what he likes when
it comes to music, I am really
friggin’ sad that Amy Winehouse died as young as she did. Knowing how shite
pop music has gotten over the last few years (or, rather, shite-er) and how
she was one of a select few that stayed consistently good with their output, it
makes me kick myself every so often for not giving her the attention I should have
while she was alive. So, in keeping with the idea of crystal-clear hindsight,
how does this documentary on the life of Amy Winehouse pan out, speaking as a
major fan of her work?
