Reel- life drama
AS we have learnt from slick slice- oflifers featuring the likes of Justin Bieber, the Jonas Brothers and Hannah Montana, modern concert documentaries are a dime a dozen. Plus an additional 3D glasses surcharge.
While Katy Perry: Part of Me administers the same dosage of promo piffle as its pop- tastic predecessors in the genre, there is also some strong, off- message material included here you don’t often see. Let’s deal with that in a moment. First, a reminder there will be a lot of fans- only filler fluff to be hacked away before you can clear a path to the killer stuff. So don’t pay too much notice to the passing parade of yes- people blurting out the blinking obvious.
Everyone knows already that Ms Perry ( pictured) is a genuine global cross- platform megastar. This will only be news to anyone without electricity or internet access at their local library.
Saving graces, then? Plenty of em. All owe much to Perry’s celebrated inability to self- edit ( can’t think of anyone else who would leave in footage of themselves presenting their unimpressed grandma with a satin tour jacket).
If Perry feels like having a good cry, she’ll have one right in front of the cameras.
You can blame her then- husband, comedian Russell Brand, for bringing on the waterworks, the blaggard.
The woman also works herself to the absolute limit, and occasionally falls apart from sheer exhaustion. Again, the cameras keep rolling. Perry also proves there is nothing remotely false about her fabled loyalty to family, friends and her following.
She is not afraid to be herself, and even if you think her music sucks, you should not be afraid to admire and learn from that throughout Part of Me.