A compassionate, intimate unpacking of the legend of Janis Joplin that reveals the troubled influences on the force-of-nature singer she willed into being.
One of the most astonishing musical artists of the 21st century happened to be a woman… or maybe it wasn’t happenstance. [This post is not behind the paywall.]
An immense film, looming in tragedy, an infuriating portrait of how celebrity warps artistry and how wealth warps love and how suffering trumps everything.
Is there a “right” amount of time after someone famous has died for a biopic to be considered? Who should be the ones to decide this: the family? the public? the studios?