The Art of Amália starts with promise, with ex-Talking Head David Byrne waxing earnestly about when he first heard Rodrigues's music. But the film abruptly detours after that one minute, becoming a strictly linear monologue telling the story her life. The picture is more boring than a history textbook. Why? Because little in Amália's life was or is extraordinary. We wander, year by year, from her early days as a nightclub singer to her career in cinema to more singing to the many awards she's won and finally... to more singing. And poof, the story is over. Ready for The Madonna Story, anyone?
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