Presented as a "performance" rather than a documentary of her 2008-2009 "Taking Chances" world tour, "Celine: Through the Eyes of the World" is an insult to your intelligence on many levels.
Television writer/director-turned-glorified-editor Stéphane Laporte spastically splices together performances of the same song from diverse global locations like Cape Town and Dubai so that you can't get the continuity of a single show.
Back stage shenanigans, photo-ops with foreign children, teary-eyed press conferences, and saccharine moments with her family, bodyguards, and dance crew substitute for a storyline.
Perhaps the most glaring example of corporate pop music on the planet today, Celine plays to the lowest common denominator masses who have sipped from her ego-maniacal Kool-Aid and are only too happy to blabber on about it.
Like an amped-up cross between Ann Coulter and Sarah Jessica Parker, the singer gesticulates and pulls faces like a circus clown as she exaggerates the literal import of every oh-so-spirit-lifting song. Think of her as the anti-Sinatra.
Distrustful of her abilities, Celine smothers every song with cloying histrionics tilted to make you feel like you're being force-fed a giant box of gooey chocolates with a rhinestone-encrusted funnel.
There's nothing smart or natural in her performance. Even as a skilled vocal technician, here is a singer who doesn't know the first thing about phrasing or mood.
Perhaps a few years with some Lou Reed records would help.
I'm not kidding.
The irony is that Celine's overkill act might work better as an off-off-Broadway performance art piece about greed. In New York City, cinemas that charge $12.50 for films that screen several times a day, "Celine: Through the Eyes of the World" costs $15.00 — because it's a "performance" — and is shown only once a day in a logic-defying schedule that switches from 7:30 at night to two-o'clock depending on the day.
Oh yes dear friends, we've got a very special one here.
Not Rated. 117 mins.
