Nothing Compares

Nothing Compares (2022) by Kathryn Ferguson is beautifully crafted tribute to one of the most iconic singers of my generation. Sinead's story is both epic, tragic as well deeply inspiring and the director here captured the true value and respect she so rightly deserves. The film gives us a greatly balance montage of performances by Sinead and the political environment surrounding her career and whether you are new to Sinead's work or a lifelong fan honestly i'd say this is a film to see. If you are gonna see one doc this year let it be this one. It's certainly has revitalised my interest in Sinead and well frankly I am in awe of her bravery and passion. Well done to the director, I look forward to her future projects, I know they will be equally as worthy. 8 0ut 10.

Haven't been a big Sinnead fan, I never followed her "controversy" over the years - but I did notice her desperate Facebook appeals a few years back. It's hard really to even begin sharing my impressions, so let's just say (after many others) this documentary is a fitting tribute to an remarkable woman who glows. She obviously never wished to be a "pop star", and her artistic expression achieved what it was intended for, to not only be therapeutic but keep her alive. That she did become a pop star and an icon was inevitable - she is captivating - an epitome of sincerity and compassion, wrapped in beauty - and it's tremendously sad her struggle intensified over the years. This is, however, to be expected with complex post-traumatic stress being left untreated, and the abuse she suffered on from the patriarchy-enslaved public. We can't begin to fathom either what it was to tear the main image of it, the Pope, or to suffer the backlash. A recent crucifiction of a woman by the inane patriarchy fan boys and girls is the Amber Heard trial, so the heartbreaking fact is that nothing's changed - and the only means of instant emancipation of a woman is simply to be vocal. To scream if necessary. Would feminist icons like Gaga and others be possible today if not for Sinnead? We can't speculate, but it's clear she was the first. It's encouraging to know that the climate in Ireland has also changed.

The boys are simply terrified, and likely due to inept mothers like Sinnead's - and these mothers, and women in general who have operated themselves from compassion in awe of patriarchy, bear the guilt. It's symptomatic that a woman on TV, Sinnead's accuser, said angrily that child abuse in her case had been justified.

I see that Sinnead was quick to be deemed bipolar by dubious psychiatrists, which was later reversed, and she's now branded "borderline". Current psychology, however, tends to summon all Cluster B disorders under the umbrella of CPTSD. And that's curable through mere compassion, support, and a feeling of safety. Her big heart is what's kept Sinnead sane, and she IS saner than anyone who tries to cover child abuse. Let's say the majority of the music business, not to mention the Catholic church.

Big kudos to Kris Kristofferson... Sinnead's first husband also speaks of her with such warmth. It makes me happy that these filmmakers have made the steps to reinstate a true icon.

I see she's recently written an autobiography, described as "full of heart, humour and remarkable generosity", and she has an album coming. She is still OUT THERE. How many of us have dared?!... "Thank you for breaking my heart and making it stronger."

Being ahead of one's time can be a dual-edged sword. On the plus side, it can get you noticed. And, on the downside, it can get you noticed, but not necessarily in a positive light. Such was the experience of Irish pop star Sinead O'Connor, who exploded on the music scene in the late 1980s and early 1990s. The musical sensation became known for one of the most distinctive set of pipes in the business, with an ability to jump octaves in a single bound and to be able to go from a soft whisper to a banshee scream at the drop of a hat. But, as director Kathryn Ferguson's new Showtime documentary illustrates, O'Connor underwent a fall from grace that unfolded almost as quickly as her stratospheric rise, a change driven by a string of unpopular public protests against the Roman Catholic Church, American and Irish government policies, and cultural practices that ran afoul of her views about militarism, abortion rights and other hot button issues. She became a pariah, unable to get airplay for her new music and even facing death threats. Her gestures were seen as acts of career suicide, none of which fazed her, given that she couldn't in good conscience stay silent. But, as she faded into obscurity, her views gained ground, eventually leading to changes in line with those opinions. Indeed, she truly was ahead of her time, and this film examines that history in detail through archive footage, interviews with the artist and observations from those who knew her during her meteoric rise, her subsequent fall and her resurgence as both a performer and social activist. And, as the film capably shows, in the end, nothing truly compares to her.

This documentary is worth a view if you respect Sinead as an artist, grew up in her heydays, or take an interest in the history of feminism and women's rights.

I have always liked Sineads music a lot, and have been interested to learn more about the music she made in those mysterious years after her 'cancellation' by conservative voices following her tearing up the picture of pope JP II during het performance at Saturday Night Live.

Unfortunately, that scene from the nineties is the end of this movie, so the desire to learn more of the much less documented later period stays undocumented.

The movie mainly focuses on her youth, rise to fame and her heydays and her downfall, the latter two of which are all too familiar subjects already. The other two parts (youth & rise) are interesting, also as a context for what would follow later, as they explain well how Sineads activist side grew.

As is the case with the music of the last.30 years, her life of those years is also missing from this documentary. Conversion to Islam, rumored lesbianism and the very sad death of her son recently are not here, and that's a journalistic choice that can only be respected.

However, there would be a lot of years & material left for a sequel to this documentary, describing the years post 1992. Maybe less commercially viable, but I'd watch it!

Finally, I've always respected Sinead as an artist and as a human, and this documentary has further solidified that image of her. A troubled mind, but a wonderful principled and sincere person - and a unique artist.

I saw this really interesting documentary yesterday for the CPH-DOX festival in a packed cinema hall.

I myself have a couple of old and dusty Sinéad O'Connor albums, but they have unfortunately like Sinéad herself been forgotten with time .... And that's a shame, well almost a sin, as she and especially the 3 amazing albums from 1987-92 deserve to be heard! I got several songs, some new ones too, on repeat in my head after seeing the film, "Mandinka" among others.

I was looking forward to the super hit with over 200 million plays on Spotify, which, however, was not included in the documentary due to the rights holders! (Prince Estate!)

Apart from the music, the film took me back in time to my own youth and was both interesting, touching, funny and really really thoughtful especially with the eyes of today.

It deserves to be seen, and Sinéad deserves to be heard.