I couldn't make it 10 minutes into this film.

Travis_T88

I was interested in checking this film out because I love music. It's apparent that from just the opening introduction that David Foster loves himself more than any music; even more than the music he has written, which seems rightly impossible. That's how big his ego is.

So the film starts with David talking about how he's going to be over the filmmaker's shoulder for the entire duration of the making of the film. The guy was trying to control another artist's vision and he said so right out the gate. Yikes. Strike one.

This opening monologue is set to the backdrop of an arrangement of "Feelin' Good."
That was the first confusing thing. Surely David Foster didn't write that song when he was in middle school in the early 1960's. And guess what? He didn't. Anthony Newley and Leslie Brecusse wrote it. Not David Foster. We're off to a pretty bad start here. Strike two.

Then after intially tripping through the wilderness of David's stale egomania about the glory years gone past, we cut to David driving through New York City in the back of a limousine. He says how this is the first time he has ever been excited to be in New York (!!!!!!!) set to the backdrop of "Take the A Train." It should be noted that Billy Strayhorn wrote "Take the A Train," for Duke Ellington. David Foster didn't write "Take the A Train." So now we are a good solid 10 minutes into this film about David Foster, the incredible songwriter, and we haven't heard a single note that he has composed. He have heard not one, but TWO compositions by other composers that have absolutely no nexus to David Foster. They aren't even in the same GENERATION as David Foster. Strike three.

You're out, dude. If you manage to make it to the part where they play his music, you will understand why: it is truly awful music.

score 1/10

Travis_T88 13 July 2020

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