Beyoncé: Life Is But a Dream

I feel like I've just seen a different film than a lot of the other reviewers here. I found it to be really warm, open and positive. It's a beautiful series of little moments all strung together, or a joining of the dots as Beyonce likes to put it. She's got a beautiful conversational tone throughout that feels like catching up with an old friend, there's a definite generosity of spirit there. What I found really interesting was her courageous approach to her life, she lets herself be vulnerable, questioning, fierce, sensitive, hard-edged and celebratory. She embraces all of herself in a very honest way. I really just enjoyed it for what it was.

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

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.

Sorry,Beyonce, but what did you want to tell with this film?

In the interview in the beginning you say ''Before the internet, people weren't taking pictures of you, or exploiting your personal life as entertainment. (...) When Nina Simone put out music, you loved her voice, and that is what she wanted you to love. That was her instrument. But you didn't get brainwashed by her every-day life, who she's dating, what her child is wearing (...) all the things that is not your business''...

OK, but is this not exactly what you do with this film, Beyonce? Sorry, but this is really contradicting the whole idea of the film, where you obviously are trying to boost your ethos.

''... It shouldn't influence the way you listen to the voice and the art, but it does''...

I'm glad you are at least self conscious about it. But please spare me for the childhood tapes. So go in the studio, make a motherfucking album and put a motherfucking ring on me. My four stars go to your hotness...

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.