Billy Ellish In “The World’S A Little Fuzzy”: A Teenage Girl In Los Angeles Teaches Her Notebook To Write Songs

2021-02-25   |   by CusiGO

This is a documentary about an artist, at least no scene can be summarized as a whole. The problem is, when you watch this tape, you can’t choose the work that best defines the artist’s time, or at least builds on the artist. That’s what happened 150 minutes after you watched R.J. Cutler’s “the world’s a little fuzzy” for Apple TV +. The rich scenes of character, evolution, thoughts, dreams and nightmares are amazing. Billie is in the room composing music with her brother, Finnis. Billie is in the garden at home, using her mother as a stand in – her father recycling in the background – to rehearse her ideas for her song video at the end of the party. After hearing the director’s instructions, Billie whispered to the camera that the next video would be directed by herself. Billie talks about loneliness in the dressing room in Paris.

The intimacy and reality are so great that even when the American appeared in Barcelona to answer a reporter’s question, she seemed to admit something almost secret. Usually, in documentaries about musicians, they have very little material, or rather, they and their team of 30 consultants, 15 public relations staff, 8 managers and 12 family members and friends with veto power. The material they are allowed to appear in the last shot is very little, and almost always superficial. Then they use the music numbers as a trap to make the audience forget that they are coming to a new story and that they are playing a series of old songs. On the contrary. People appreciate music episodes because they provide space for thinking and savoring what they have seen before, as well as preparing for what may happen in the future. The manual says that the 90 minute Music Documentary is based on a scene that can be commented on. Billie ellish and R.J. Cutler laughed loudly at what was said in the manual.

A little blurring of the world is a pleasure for the bystander, even the most neutral person. She is also a favorite of other pop stars. At least for those who still believe intimacy can be pretended. With the advent of social media, the PR staff of these big stars see the sky. All of a sudden, they have a cheap and effective way to communicate with their fans and master the speech. Instead of using the media and risking the occasional e-mail to a freelancer, they can handle it through their twitter account. This led to the wrong idea that the middleman was killed, which was a wet dream of late capitalism, because it was the same star who directly told the public the whole truth with his iPhone and little finger. The mask worked for a while. Thanks to her, people like Beyonce let the audience believe that she knew what she looked like and what she was thinking, instead of wasting a minute to let the audience know about her. This documentary reveals all of these strategies. There seems to be no strategy here. In fact, sometimes rhythm is lost because of too much content. Let go of my arm, Billy.

Obviously, there are some moments in this five Grammy winner that are carefully designed for greater glory. For example, when she greets and takes pictures with a large group of important gentlemen, she knows nothing but to express her disgust, because in the next scene, she appears in a store in New York, hugging her fans, lovely, excited. Your music saved my life, Billy. But most importantly, a teenage girl from Los Angeles showed us her notebook of her first song and pointed out that some of them were pictures, while her fingers were on what was penis recreation. Or a Billie, who is on the verge of global success, scolds her mother because she doesn’t want to be forced to do what she doesn’t want to do. As a child, anyway. But it’s a very paternalistic mistake to think that this documentary is about the life of a teenage girl, which allows us to make value judgments about her and her generation. It’s a long-standing problem: adults are convinced that they know what young people are doing because they like rosalia’s songs, or they know who IBE lanos is. This documentary is about how the entire music industry fooled us with the tacit consent of artists. This is neither biography nor revenge. That’s the great thing about it. We are the audience, not the customers.