Has a myopic focus on the misery of Billie Holiday’s life and little interesting to say about it, or how it shaped her as an artist. It’s also stylistically very bland in a way that Daniels usually avoids. Unremarkable all around, which is a shame considering the extraordinary subject matter.
I had always assumed the shot of The Thief walking along the multi-colored corridor to The Alchemist was one of the climactic moments of the film, so discovering that it was one of the first was a suitably unbalancing start to a film that continuously surprises with its visual connections and narrative choices. The strongest section for me was the sequence of the different captains of industry describing their lives, which were grotesquely hilarious and still have teeth as satirical takes on the venality of the world.