Compulsive viewing, and yet, like watching a runaway train careening towards kingdom come, knowing how it ends, and yet, something in your belly wants to reach out and grab the red chord. But you can’t, just as in life, the few people who really cared for her couldn’t. The ravenous downward spiral of a short, smart, sassy existence documented meticulously, and magnified beyond our comprehension – as if for the predestined aftermath of the carnage, there would be found footage. Cruel world.

AMY. 2015. At a cinema near you.