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我愿意让Bowie像烟花一样在我脑中爆炸。每一秒在银幕上看见他都是快乐的。Sep 27, Cineplex.

“Why do the traditional thing of getting interview subjects who knew him or loved him to try and explain his importance to the 20th century? Instead, Morgen relies on image, music, and editing to produce something that doesn’t bother to explain Bowie as much as channel his energy into a new form. It’s an insanely ambitious movie. It shouldn’t work. It feels like a minor miracle that it does.

“somehow that act of getting lost—both in the music and the film about him—feels more rewarding than knowing where we’re going. Bowie speaks at one point about going into the deep water until just when your feet can’t touch the ground anymore. That’s where creativity can be found. That’s where this movie lives.” -Roger Ebert

“How can you make a documentary about a star who dominated the rock-and-roll world for more than two decades (a hundred years or so in regular time) and not touch on the filthy dressing rooms, the record-company hassles, the disgruntled bandmates, or the constant loneliness—that is, the reality that he had to contend with? Instead, Morgen gives us a kind of sanctified intellectual portrait: Bowie as Moses, laying down commandments about what art is and what it demands. Bowie’s pronouncements about Nietzsche and Buddhism, untempered by his sly charm, come off as not just pretentious but suffocating. Like Evans, Bowie was a consummate showman, but, except in some early archival footage, Morgen barely shows him at play.

“If Morgen had included other voices talking about Bowie—friends, colleagues—he could have introduced some critical inquiry to expand his portrait of the star. Getting off the subject from time to time, without losing sight of him, was what made Morgen’s 2015 film, “Kurt Cobain: Montage of Heck,” so interesting. You can’t entirely trust artists to tell their own stories; it’s always “Rashomon,” so why not reveal the lies and fabrications and misremembered moments, too?” - The New Yorker