This anonymous man's comment reminded me of being a thirteen-year-old obsessed with Nirvana and an adult-like person saying to me, "Who cares about a band fronted by a junkie?" I didn't know what a junkie was, but I knew it wasn't a kind term. As I got older, I realized that when a person is labeled a junkie, they stop being a person. They become a flimsy casualty of other peoples' judgment, a person now defined by what others' think about their perceived behavior and life on this planet. With Amy, those of us who loved and appreciated her music and fought for her humanity got an even deeper look into why we think so highly of Amy Winehouse. For others who may have passed her off as a drunk, a junkie or, even worse, a crackhead (a term that carries even more weight and social stigma than the sometimes romantic notion of just being a junkie), Amy is a chance to see what fans of hers have always seen: a really beautiful person who could sing like a motherfucker.
In our media-soaked world, I would have thought I had seen every image and video of Amy Winehouse existing that the public has been privy to. In Amy, we get a chance to experience the little bits and pieces of her personality that came through in her songs, but in an even more personal way. Camera phone videos, home VHS
Those friends — along with some other folks close to her including famous pals like Yasiin Bay — are the ones who keep Amy's spirit alive. They are the people who make the greatest attempts at supporting her when she's barely hanging on, unlike her vacant father Mitch Winehouse and her on-again-off-again partner in life and drugs, Blake Fielder-Civil. This was a rough experience for me as a viewer; watching Amy was difficult for so many reasons, but one of the hardest was grappling with the idea that this wasn't a movie — it was a documentary about a life. There were moments in the film when I wanted to scream at her dad "What are you doing? Why aren't you helping her?" like there was going to be any different outcome than the one we all know. Even though I know that Amy is gone, it wasn't until the last few moments of Amy when she's shown being removed from her apartment in a body bag that it hit me.
Maybe it felt like more like a movie and less like a documentary because the film was so packed with this unfamiliar footage and new insights into the human being Amy Winehouse was that so many of us on the outside never saw. It wasn't like getting to know a friend better who I had known on the periphery for so long — it was more like getting to know a human I didn't really know at
If anything, I hope Amy becomes a film that teaches us how to treat people in the throes of addiction. I hope it stops the jokes from coming so easily when someone who happens to be famous is going through a hard time. I left the theater feeling sad and angry at the way all of the writers, comedians, late-night talk show hosts, news anchors and other talking heads that shape our pop culture narrative left Amy's legacy. We all have hard times and sometimes those hard times come to envelop the entirety of one's life — but it doesn't mean there isn't a living, breathing human who deserves respect underneath it all. Amy shows that famous or not, addicts are not throwaways; they are just people.