Beyoncé: Life Is But a Dream

A jumbled mess of unrelated scenes lacking in narrative and structure.

Clips of archive footage are obviously pre-selected by Beyonce herself in a vain attempt to seem down to earth.

It backfires due to the complete transparency of the attempted ruse. The footage is set-up to make Beyonce seem deep and spiritual but the obvious script results in a 60 minute non-sensical string of non sequiturs.

Nothing more than a vehicle of self praise, self pity and the dishonest rambling of a delusional woman.

Contains nothing of note.

Beyonce the Great had her name and hands on every bit of this production.

Do not waste your time on this.

I only watched because a friend wanted to see what a train wreck it would be, and it was.

I love how she set up the false interview situation, how she begged sympathy and empathy, how the intrigue with her father was a big nothing, and on and on.

Vacuous, egotistical, brainless. That's Miss B.

Unfortunately, that is now the role model for so many youth.

I kept on waiting for a 'big moment' in the 'documentary' but I couldn't find it... watched all the way to the end and I was left confused. A big flop, D-.

It's really an uncoordinated jungle of spaghetti which tries too hard in vain to show the 'human' side of Beyoncé.

She could have tried to inject some life into it by soliciting interview opinions of her Destine Child friends; co-workers and those around her. It could have injected some life into it and pretended to be independent and unbiased, or rather 'real'. I agree with many reviewers that she has failed lamentably to win new fans with this film. At least she has tried to show her work ethics; that she works hard at what she does hence the 4 stars above.

Had they gone into Beyonce's upbringing, childhood and family more, it could have been interesting. But, it is really sanitized, obviously left out anything for the public to learn about the real Beyonce. If this is truly a documentary about her true life, well then she is incredibly boring. The opposite purpose of what documentaries are supposed to be about. Jay Z comes off a bit lame. She comes off as a bit annoying because she goes on about how she is the verdict of her Grandmaother's prayers, and too much on her connection with God. If they added something a general person can relate to that would have helped, but the director can't be very proud of this one. If he is, he doesn't have much to offer moving forward

Beyoncé is the star, executive producer, narrator, co-writer and co-director of this film, which pretty much tells you what the real purpose of this "documentary" is. Only the true "beylievers" could enjoy this, for only Beyoncé's biggest fans could look beyond the amount of superficiality and narcissism in this film. It's essentially just the film equivalent of taking lots of flattering pictures of yourself.

Beyonce talks into her laptop camera like a narcissist staring at them self in the mirror with complete delight and fascination while she desperately tries to make herself appear a deep and thoughtful artist, but fails miserably because she's actually just a manufactured pop star.

Despite the fact that she dances around in tight clothes and sings subservient songs about men putting "a ring on it", Beyoncé also seems to think she's an authority on feminism, saying: "It's not about equal rights; it's about how we think." Ironically, I am still thinking that one over.

There is also one moment where Beyoncé hilariously lacks perspective and complains that this current generation is too obsessed with image and superficiality, when this is a superficial documentary that she made in order to enhance her image.

The only thing I learned from this film is how surprisingly unintelligent Beyonce is.