It would be a challenging undertaking for any filmmaker or actor to represent in biopic form the outsize talent, unique style and utterly devastating downfall of soul singer Amy Winehouse. To quote one of Winehouseās most poignant ballads, the endeavor is āa losing gameā before it even starts.
Hers is such a tragic story that Asif Kapadia limited his Oscar-winning 2015 documentary āAmyā to audio recordings set to archival footage to examine Winehouseās life, never showing the faces of the interview subjects. Itās as if it was too painful to confront head-on: her timeless gift, her destructive love story, her unapologetic persona ā glittering and gutter-drunk. Any facsimile could never come close to the real thing, in all of its beauty and horror.
Director Sam Taylor-Johnson and writer Matt Greenhalgh, who previously collaborated on the 2009 John Lennon biopic āNowhere Boy,ā have nevertheless persisted with the Winehouse biopic āBack to Black.ā āIndustryā star Marisa Abela dons the signature black beehive hairdo and winged eyeliner to channel the doomed singer, who released the iconic album of new standards āBack to Blackā in 2006 and became a tabloid fixture in the mid-aughts. Paparazzi scrupulously documented her physical and mental deterioration from drug and alcohol abuse before she died from alcohol poisoning in 2011, joining the notorious ā27 Clubā of musicians who have all died at age 27.
Abela, who does her own singing and miraculously captures the vintage jazz style and timbre of Winehouseās undeniable vocal talent, delivers a fully committed performance. But the film itself is a shallow portrait that recounts gossipy facts and lore about Winehouse and her troubled relationship with husband Blake Fielder-Civil (an admittedly fantastic Jack OāConnell).
Greenhalghās script doesnāt seem at all interested in understanding Winehouse psychologically, instead ascribing all her woes to her toxic co-dependent relationship with Fielder-Civil. Many of the other men in her life, including her father, Mitch (Eddie Marsan), get off fairly easy.
āBack to Blackā ascribes all of Amy Winehouseās woes to her toxic relationship with husband Blake Fielder-Civil (played by Jack OāConnell).
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The script is content to blame Amy for her own self-destructive spiral without examining the industrial context that contributed to it ā the pressure to tour and perform even when she was struggling, the lack of protection and support, the vicious media commentary about her body and appearance. Packs of paparazzi are a presence in the film, but āBack to Blackā doesnāt dive into who is driving the desire for these seedy photos: both media titans and their audiences, hungry for sensation.
Thereās no curiosity about Amy at all in āBack to Black,ā just a condescending presentation of a girl with a great voice and a bad boyfriend. The script even goes so far as to suggest that, in addition to the loss of her grandmother Cynthia (Lesley Manville), the core of Amyās heartbreak is her unfulfilled desire to have children. She stares longingly at toddlers and has inappropriate conversations with kids, telling a young fan, āI wish I was your mum.ā Itās insultingly reductive.
Though āBack to Blackā is a somewhat unnecessary reminder of the incredible album that came out of Winehouseās tumultuous relationship with Fielder-Civil, and Abela delivers sound-alike (if over-pronounced) vocal performances of the tunes, Taylor-Johnson fumbles how these songs are utilized. She lets the first verse play, then has the rest of the song soundtrack a montage that speeds through the story and conveniently conflates certain events. Winehouseās scorcher of a scorned woman song, the album and filmās titular number, āBack to Black,ā is completely misused over a montage, bizarrely linking the tune to her grandmotherās death and draining it of its emotional power.
This is not the first time that Taylor-Johnson has cinematically flattened a hyper-controversial story that was originally caked in gore and forced media consumers to question our own relationship to a kind of dark voyeurism. She adapted the James Frey rehab āmemoirā āA Million Little Piecesā to similarly sanitized ends in 2019, sanding off the rough edges and failing to ask any of the hard questions. Why tackle these complex stories if youāre just going to reduce them to easily digestible pablum?
With a visual style that is straightforward and serviceable at best and a frustratingly limited emotional range, āBack to Blackā never captures the beauty of Winehouseās talent, the heartbreak of her performances or the horror of her tragedy.
Witnessing Winehouseās downfall in real time was incredibly disturbing ā it was shocking to see photographs of her with Fielder-Civil, strung out, streaked in mascara and blood. We watched her deteriorate under the harsh glare of a cameraās flash, a star burning too bright for this world. Itās a shame the filmmakers shy away, preferring to remain on the surface of her story. It only proves Winehouseās presence was always too big to be contained.
Katie Walsh is a Tribune News Service film critic.
‘Back to Black’
Rating: R for drug use, language throughout, sexual content and nudity
Running time: 2 hours, 2 minutes
Playing: In wide release Friday, May 17