You gotta call the green man

Amy Whitehouse never was nowhere near my favourite artist and this 2 hours' documentary doesn't change that. But I like biopics of eccentric people. Amy was a gifted song writer, but to her misery met up with a junk-for-brains shithead, fell in love with the heavy stuff, eventually OD'd on booze and died. I reckon this movie gives a pretty honest portrait of the artist and the people around her. Amy herself was most of the time fucking annoying and the managers and her father were there only cashing in on her fame.