Oh dear, there's no scene with Judy chasing poor Joey down the hall with a knife; no scene where she lies on the floor in her own regurgitation spewing nonsense (well... almost); no sordid tales of Garland's sex life... And that's fine. I'm no Garland apologist. The woman was not entirely a showbiz martyr, but she was a one of a kind talent, devoted to those who loved her, friend, family and fan alike-- at least as devoted as she could be, and not deserving of mud-throwing anymore. It's been fifty years since she died for heaven's sake.
So, no: there is nothing new or revelatory to learn about Garland in this film, which is fine. What else to we need to know? It's a competently written, gorgeously produced film. As for Zellweger, she's actually even more impressive than I thought she'd be. And no, the singing isn't Judy, but she does a more than credible job with it, and sounds leagues better than she did in CHICAGO. Her commitment is incredible, and her performance is beautiful.
It's a fair look at what are indeed sad last months of a troubled lady, but handled with respect and affection. And that's fine by me.
So, no: there is nothing new or revelatory to learn about Garland in this film, which is fine. What else to we need to know? It's a competently written, gorgeously produced film. As for Zellweger, she's actually even more impressive than I thought she'd be. And no, the singing isn't Judy, but she does a more than credible job with it, and sounds leagues better than she did in CHICAGO. Her commitment is incredible, and her performance is beautiful.
It's a fair look at what are indeed sad last months of a troubled lady, but handled with respect and affection. And that's fine by me.