I watched this last night on Channel 4 and I consider myself very lucky that I do not suffer from diabetes! The amount of saccharine and sanctimonious feelings was hard to bear... I really preferred her when she was all about sex and pop. Now she has married one hit wonder Guy Ritchie (who by the way behaves like a merry macho man with a Peter Pan syndrome - a mixture that I think very unappealing), she has two kids and has embraced Kabbalah. So she's all about finding the meaning of things, taking responsibility, helping others, etc. It's all very well, but the thing is that she wants to bully other people (like those poor brawny/not brainy dancers) into doing and thinking what she does. The best parts of the film were the bits from her Re-invention tour, where we get to see the tension and the playfulness and the flawless organisation of the Madonna machinery. The worse were the feel-good moments: Madonna sings for her father (a catholic conformist if ever there was one - and she's totally in awe of him), Madonna goes to Israel and sings Imagine, Madonna writes a(cringing, cringing) poem for her assistant Angela, Madonna says a crying goodbye to her dancers, yada, yada, yada.... Conclusion: Madonna is a great star, she just shouldn't have shown us what lies behind the curtain of pop stardom.
Review of I'm Going to Tell You a Secret
