The first artist I think about when I hear Arista records is Patti Smith. We actually get three minutes with Patti and very little time with other legends of rock, such as Janis Joplin and Springsteen, since everything pre-Eighties is sort of skipped over until the day Davis introduced Houston to the world of music. Then the documentary turns into an hagiography of Whitney Houston and afterwards how great Davis was to promote hip hop and such...
It smell so much of political correctness that it made me dislike it. I agree that Houston was an incredibly talented artist and her demise was tragic but it's somehow ironic that this documentary celebrates the exact things that drove her to her untimely death, namely greed and the endless search for the next hit.
Also, I am not a fanny of Manilow and I never heard of Kenny G., therefore there was very little of interest to me and I found the documentary out of focus, overlong and crass in its hypocritical celebration of money grabbing.
It smell so much of political correctness that it made me dislike it. I agree that Houston was an incredibly talented artist and her demise was tragic but it's somehow ironic that this documentary celebrates the exact things that drove her to her untimely death, namely greed and the endless search for the next hit.
Also, I am not a fanny of Manilow and I never heard of Kenny G., therefore there was very little of interest to me and I found the documentary out of focus, overlong and crass in its hypocritical celebration of money grabbing.