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Bright Lights, a portrait of the perpetually intertwined lives of Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher, would be an intimate, moving documentary in any context. But after Fisher's recent death at age 60 and the immediate subsequent passing of her mother, Reynolds, at 84, Bright Lights is now infused with so much bittersweetness that, at times, it hurts to watch it.

The documentary premiered at the 2016 Cannes Film Festival, and then played at Telluride and the New York Film Festival, initially as a tender, human, and very, very funny portrait of Hollywood royalty... "Bright Lights" gets so much done that it's hard to believe it's only 95 minutes long.

Seeing the film now makes you weep for the passing of both actresses, of course. It also drives home the magnitude of losing Carrie Fisher's hilarious, acerbic, insightful voice at a time when it seems more vital than ever. You leave the movie wanting so much more of her, it hurts.

This very funny, engrossing movie couldn't be more mainstream or more delectable. Intensely, at times squirmingly, intimate, it trots and sometimes meanders down twinned memory lanes as it revisits Ms. Reynolds's and Ms. Fisher's lives, their ups and downs, scandals and tchotchkes. The movie has too many dog reaction shots, but its glamour, drama, bedazzled soul and Hollywood history make objections irrelevant.

Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds – note the billing order – continue to put the ‘show' in their business in the compulsively-watchable HBO Hollywood documentary Bright Lights: Starring Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds. In a film which could also be billed Real Postcards From The Edge, these troubled, lovable, prickly, obsessive entertainers, supported by brother-son Todd, invite the viewer into their rackety lives – bright, lived fully in the spotlight, chin-up and completely unsinkable.