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Opinion – the Back to Black biopic deserves the backlash

Just over a decade since the tragic death of Amy Winehouse, a film promising to chart her ‘intense journey to fame’ was released. While some fans have delighted in seeing her legacy play out on screen, many have criticised director Sam Taylor-Johnson for exploiting female pain.

I vividly remember the day that Amy Winehouse died. Growing up, she was by far my favourite singer and despite being only 14-years-old, the news of her passing shook me to my core.

Though I didn’t really understand the intricacies of what led to her tragic death at the time, I do recall a thought that came to mind: “at least the media will leave her alone now.”

Just over a decade later, and I can’t tell you how sad it makes me that this did not transpire – quite the opposite in fact.

Back in 2011, some of the UK’s most trusted publications latched onto the story that her struggle with eating disorders and substance abuse were to blame for her untimely passing at the age I am today, keeping her under public scrutiny that she couldn’t even defend herself against.

Fortunately, the frenzy surrounding this would eventually fade into the background, as is often the case when something more interesting pops up.

And of course, in the digital age, there’s no shortage of sensationalist narratives to find and profit from, so headlines throwing around the words ‘junkie’ and ‘addiction’ and ‘big problems’ were archived as quickly as they’d reared their ugly heads.

Unfortunately, while you might not encounter quite-so-blatant displays of hardship exploitation on the homepages of your go-to news sources in 2024, they still very much exist, except now they’re known as clickbait, which most of us netizens are acutely conscious we should steer clear from buying into.

What we don’t ignore so easily, however, is popular culture’s involvement in perpetuating this issue.

In the past few years alone, we’ve had Bohemian Rhapsody, two Elvis movies, Maestro, One Love, Blonde, and Rocketman.

Designed to satiate the apparently unabating appetites of adoring fans, they exemplify Hollywood’s latest obsession with making millions off of music biopics (Michael Jackson’s, Bob Dylan’s, and each individual member of the Beatles’ are currently in the production pipeline) and have proved hugely successful in box office terms.

Clearly, we enjoy these hours-long insights into the lives of the rich and famous – even more so if they have a dark side.

So why wouldn’t Amy Winehouse face the same fate of her ‘legacy’ being played out on screen?

Promising to chart her ‘intense journey to fame,’ Back to Black was released in April.

The official synopsis reads: ‘Amy’s extraordinary genius, creativity, and honesty infused everything she did. A journey that took her from the craziness and colour of ’90s Camden High Street to global adoration, and back again, Back to Black crashes through the looking glass of celebrity to watch this journey from behind the mirror, to see what Amy saw, to feel what she felt.’

Now, I’ve watched the film, and I can confirm that this was absolutely not my takeaway.

Much like the true crime documentaries which seem to hit Netflix before the victim’s families even have time to grieve, all I could think was ‘too soon.

Celebrating Amy’s extraordinariness is all well and good, but not if her pain is simultaneously being commodified, which Sam-Taylor Johnson’s directorial choices certainly accomplish in doing.

From breaking down in distress and being booed offstage for being intoxicated during performances to battling with the paparazzi and drug and alcohol consumption, portrayals of her ‘demise’ are abound.

Focusing on the more heart-breaking elements of her story – when so many of us remember it in recent history – is not only insensitive, but unnecessary, particularly when it was so heavily reported on the first time around.

Why not let her legacy be in her music? Why not highlight her many accolades as an artist? Why, instead, dredge up the turbulence of her later life and show her at her mental and physical worst to generate income?

‘Amy wasn’t a deranged woman who couldn’t control herself,’ says one social media user. ‘She deserves respect.’

Ultimately, it feels as though Back to Black is symptomatic of an entertainment industry that refuses to let the dead rest.

‘Given the vulture-like efficiency with which her life was picked over, it’s near-impossible to think of a sincere reason to make a movie about Winehouse – at least not one that isn’t motivated by greed,’ as Roisin O’Connor aptly put it in a piece for The Independent.

I can’t speak on Amy’s behalf, but I’d be surprised if she didn’t hate Back to Black had she been alive to witness it.

And, in my opinion, the widespread backlash against it is deserved.

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