On the one hand, praise be to weird, unpretentious people with imperfect bodies and voices who nonetheless are brave enough to express real feeling through their art, and are rewarded for doing so. On the other hand, as demonstrated by the very existence of the film and the people surrounding DJ, many of his struggles and triumphs were generated by the American fame machine.
Très bien réalisé, à partir de très peu d'archives personnelles. Intéressant de voir comment troubles mentaux et création se mêlent, loin des clichés. Mais même si j'aime bcp la musique de D.J., je me suis demandée à chaque visionnage du film pourquoi tous les folkeux interviewés disent l'avoir immédiatement considéré comme un génie. C'est un peu comme dans "Les habits neufs de l'empereur", d'Andersen...
it's so sad to see a beautiful and creative human being strive so much against a mental illness. this movie really broke my heart, my tears were about to fall every time and i tried to hold them back... but at the same time it filled me with hope with the little dance dan did at the very end :) at least he seems better and happier now. love you daniel!
Will rip your heart right out of your chest and crush your soul and somehow still make you glad you watched it. Which is sort of how you feel when you listen to Johnston's music, when you think to yourself "wow, okay, this kind of genius does exist, and it can't really exist without madness and crippling loneliness and gallons of tears."