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would be cool if a few more people got to read this…

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If there is one image in Asif Kapadia’s documentary Amy that I identify with the most it is an innocuous, almost incidental shot that comes towards the end of the film.  It doesn’t even feature Amy.  A young child playing on a beach in St Lucia throws some unseen object at Mitch Winehouse, Amy’s (expletive deleted) father.  When I leave the theatre that somewhat obtuse image stays with me.  It is what I feel compelled to do, though maybe just in a figurative sense.  Maybe not.  I don’t think myself a violent person.  My last serious altercation was precipitated by my failure to understand that my Superman handkerchief wasn’t the only one on the planet, let alone at my kindergarten.  Yet watching this film I feel my fists clench involuntarily whenever that man appears on screen.  By its end, the film has me responding to Amy’s inevitable destruction as if…

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Why your rainbow filter makes you look like an idiot (if you aren't American).