Beyoncé: A Vida Não é Mais que um Sonho

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.