The tragedy of Joaquin Phoenix’s self-destruction has been made into “I’m Still Here,” a sad and painful documentary that serves little useful purpose other than to pound another nail into the coffin.
Roger Ebert takes on the new Joaquin Phoenix “documentary.”
Ebert, for one, thinks the film is not a put-on. Steven Rea of the Inquirer isn’t sure it matters:
Joaquin Phoenix is either one of the greatest actors ever to walk the red carpet on his way to that
Entertainment Tonight sound bite, or he’s an insufferably neurotic, narcissistic, doped-up jerk.
Whichever turns out to be the case (I’m betting on the latter), I’m Still Here… stands as a fascinating look at the cloistered, coddled world of a movie star who’s not quite up there in the A-list tier of, say, Leo or Tobey.
