release year:1991 genre:semi-fictional docudrama viewing setting:home laserdisc, 9/20/98 what I expected:n/a - seen it before what I got:a good example of what happens when your life is a constant drug/alcohol trip (even if you're famous and a visionary of sorts)
synopsis:This film portrays Jim Morrison from his days as a young, wayward poet through his glory years with the Doors and finally to his self-induced death at age 27.
impressions:Like I said, this is a vivid example of excess. Nevertheless, you can't deny that Morrison was involved in some radical things, some of which became good songs. My one complaint with this: it was alternatingly quiet (so you had to turn the volume up to hear the words) and LOUD (floor-shaking loud, so that you had to turn it down to save your eardrums.) Oh well. This film did a good job of recapturing the wild 60s rock scene.
acting:This is one of Val Kilmer's best roles ever. He gave a top-notch performance. Everyone else did too, and they shouldn't be forgotten. Meg Ryan made a good (if weak-willed) wife to the weird one.
final word:Somewhat weird, but probably very accurate. Worth seeing!
a more in-depth review:Roger Ebert's review of The Doors
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