A++ as concert documentaries go. Can’t get enough of the faux-intimacy provided by the voiceover and the rehearsal footage, but the stage show itself is overwhelming, thrilling and smart. Beyoncé shows everyone else how it’s done, again.
Chilly portrait of a mentally ill artist who revels in his own sickness, with his preferred enablers. Oddly hilarious, and always gorgeous, despite all these repugnant details. Like a beautiful silk gown with the pins left in the seams, or a delicious omelette spiked with toxic mushrooms.