I had great expectations about this documentary film, unfortunately they were not fulfilled. It was too glossy for my taste, it seems it was made to please the fans and not scare them, but in doing so they made everything unrealistic. If they had faced the issue courageously, they should have shown how you can descend into hell and all the pain you feel in such a dark place. In this film everything's mitigated so as not to offend the sensibilities of the viewers. I wished there was a deeper look at the mental issues but there wasn't. Take a look at the the experience lived by Robin Williams as shown in "Robin's Wish" to understand what I mean, it's a much more effective biopic. Perhaps the management was more concerned about preserving Selena's public image I guess. That's something I can understand but, if so, they better didn't make this film at all or make it much shorter! A 90 minute long film is too much for what we have seen and I am surprised that Apple TV, which usually offers high quality stuff, offered such a mainstream product like this, good only at meeting fans' expectations and just that, instead of providing a brutal and sincere, contemporary and thoughtful look at mental health. I have the utmost respect for the pain that a star like Selena can feel, but this documentary could have been much better while instead it showed little or nothing of what she went through and everybody can go through in similar situations.
Every single thing that's gone wrong,
we blame the economy, Europe,
the opposition, the weather.
And then we blame these vast,
sweeping tides of history,
you know, like they're out of
our control, like we're
so helpless and little and small -
but it's still our fault.
You know why?
It's that £1 T-shirt.
A T-shirt that cost £1.
We can't resist it.
Every single one of us.
We see a T-shirt that costs
£1 and we think,
"Ooh, that's a bargain,
I'll have that," and we buy it.
Not for best, heaven forfend,
but nice, little T-shirt for the
winter to go underneath, that'll do.
And the shop keeper gets five
miserable pence for that T-shirt,
and some little peasant in a field
gets paid 0.01 pence -
and we think that's fine.
All of us,
and we hand over our quid and we buy
into that system for life.
I saw it all going wrong when it
began in the supermarkets,
when they replaced
all the women on the till
with those automated checkouts.
No, that's not our fault. I hate
those things, I always have.
I can't stand them.
They drive me mad.
Yes, but you didn't do
anything, did you?
20 years ago, when they first
popped up, did you walk out?
Did you write letters of complaint?
Did you shop elsewhere? No!
You huffed and you puffed
and you put up with it.
And, now, all those women
are gone and we let it happen.
And I think we do like them,
those checkouts.
We want them.
Because it means
we can stroll through,
pick up our shopping, and we don't
have to look that woman in the eye.
The woman who's paid less than us.
She's gone. We got rid of her.
Sacked.
Well done.
So, yes, it's OUR fault.
This is the world WE built.
Congratulations.
Well said, Muriel!
