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Whitney: Can I Be Me review - tragic account of superstar who fell to earth

Whitney: Can I Be Me review - tragic account of superstar who fell to earth

How did it go so wrong for pop's most glamorous diva? Nick Broomfield investigates

Whitney Houston: more consecutive Number Ones than The Beatles

The statistics of Whitney Houston’s career are flabbergasting in this post-CD era. Her 1985 debut album sold 25 million copies. “I Will Always Love You” is the best-selling single by a female artist in music biz history. Its parent album, the soundtrack to The Bodyguard, sold more than one million copies in a week. She had more consecutive Number One hits than The Beatles.

She has sold 200 million records worldwide.

But, as Nick Broomfield’s new documentary reveals, none of this could protect her from a grasping family, parasitic hangers-on, and an unfaithful husband who aided and abetted her use of drugs and alcohol. The worst of it was that when Houston was found dead in her bathroom of the Beverly Hilton hotel in February 2012, several friends and members of her entourage had seen the terrible event coming for some time.

Whitney Houston: Can I Be MeHow could a global megastar once worth $250 million fall so far? Anyone who saw Whitney in her regal prime could hardly fail to marvel at her poise, her effortless command of the stage, and her voice, which could capture the finest musical nuances or let fly with a huge, concentrated tone capable of blowing the lid off Madison Square Garden or Wembley Arena. One of her backing musicians interviewed here describes watching her back and shoulders working like a prizefighter’s, such was the physical effort she put into her performances.

Crucial to the Whitney Houston story was Arista Records boss Clive Davis (pictured above with Houston), one of the last of the old-time svengalis who spotted Houston’s talent and spent a couple of years painstakingly working on songs, producers and the image he wanted his new protegée to project. Commercially, it worked miraculously well, but in turning a black singer into a pop diva designed to outdo the likes of Céline Dion or Barbra Streisand, Davis did a Henry Higgins number on her, extracting her from her background in gospel and R&B to place her on a gilded crossover pedestal. Broomfield duly highlights her fateful appearance at the 1989 Soul Train awards, when she was booed for being too pop and too “white”.

It left Houston badly shaken, but that was also the night she met Bobby Brown (pictured below). As one Arista executive puts it, “Bobby was street, Bobby was ‘hood.” The connection between pop’s perfectly-groomed golden girl and bad boy Bobby wasn’t as improbable as it seemed, since she’d grown up in fairly modest surroundings in New Jersey (the family moved from Newark to East Orange after race riots ravaged the former in 1967). Her brothers had introduced her to drugs, which were merely part of a normal night out. With Brown, it seems she felt she could be her authentic self with no airs or pretensions. He brought the booze, she brought the drugs, and soon they were both doing all of it.

Whitney Houston: Can I Be MeBroomfield paints the broad picture effectively, and the film’s closing passages depicting Houston’s seemingly irreversible decline are difficult to watch. Burt Bacharach describes how she couldn’t sing in tune or remember which songs to sing at rehearsals for the 2000 Academy Awards, and her skeletal physique at a Michael Jackson tribute the following year is startling.

Still, the film never quite gets to the heart of how such a giant of the entertainment industry managed to blow it so spectacularly. While Broomfield makes copious use of previously unseen footage from Houston’s 1999 tour, it offers incidental detail and colour more than genuine revelations.

Welshman and former royal protection officer David Roberts, who became Houston’s real-life bodyguard, is the most revelatory of the interviewees, but conspicuously absent are new interviews with Clive Davis, Bobby Brown and Whitney’s closest friend and confidante Robyn Crawford (said by some to be her lesbian lover). Nor has Whitney’s formidable mother Cissy Houston deigned to participate, though her old-school biblical morality and judgmental attitude evidently tested her daughter severely. A sequence where Brown and a tearful Houston discuss the fact that their daughter Bobbi Kris is putting on too much weight (possibly from the reality TV show Being Bobby Brown) is in distinctly dubious taste. A caption reminds us that Bobbi Kris, also an addict, died two years ago aged 22, adding a final dollop of misery to this thoroughly depressing tale.


Crucial to the Whitney Houston story was Arista Records boss Clive Davis, one of the last of the old-time svengalis


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