Memorable, crazy movie

The joyful confection is coated in a sparkly gloss, bright enough to gleam from the darkest, most cynical corners.

All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

It's simply great fun, a winsome film and an occasionally over-the-top luxury fantasy that never flags.

I had no expectations of this movie. About two minutes into it I got that feeling, you know the one, the feeling that wow, this is going to be a good one. So I settled back and let the film take me with it. It took me into Patti's world through a poetic portal in her self. She is the artist as a real person who touches, loves, nourishes and creates. Patti takes the viewer through her childhood, young adulthood, the Chelsea days, her days of mothering her children and tells of her losses and her rebirth into the world of touring once again. The cinematography combines with Patti's poetry to create scenes of dreams that you don't want to end. Because the film took 11 years to make, her children grow and mature into young talented adults so much like Patti was at their age. It is wonderful to see Sam Shepard playing guitar duets with Patti just off the cuff in her room sitting on a box on the floor after all the years that have come between them. There was still so much feeling between them like they were just kids again. I loved this movie. I loved the fact that it showed such a strong and tender woman who laughs so easily and is still so vital and relevant. The movie is about Patti Smith, so I don't see how people can criticize her for being the center of this universe. Her poetry may last forever.

PATTI SMITH: DREAM OF LIFE is a free-floating ramble through the life of one of America's premiere poets. The time sequences are hazy, her children appear and reappear at dramatically different ages, and this only adds to the visionary quality of the film. This is the farthest one could imagine from the standard Rock Bio that one might see on VH1. The Patti Smith of today seems just as interesting and dynamic as the artist who created HORSES many years ago. She is among the few contemporary artists who manage to connect the Beatnik sensibility of the late 50's and the rock and roll music of today's social and political activists. Hopefully, this film will spread her musical and poetic influence to people who may not be aware of her compelling aesthetic vision.

It is OK to make a sentimental family movie - but it is not polite to bother other people by distributing it! "Vanity" is the word that describes this movie. However, it asks couple of questions: are the artists really incapable of talking about their own work (no, not all of them, I believe)? Second, does Patti Smith really believe that her art will survive her - i.e. human being is mortal, poetry is immortal? Well, her books and Cd's are now on sale for couple of bucks, I am not sure in ten years it will be any better ... And finally, why does she treats herself as the most important thing in the universe ... thanks god for those punk bands that can make fun out of them. Well, if you have not seen this movie, you did not missed much. Play some of Patti Smith CDs instead - any of them is much better to this.

Thank God half of it was out of focus so I was partly spared from being tormented by what can only be described as the biggest "ego self loving" horror that has ever be put to film.Steven Sebring despite being in what must be his 30s-40s, is in full "17 year old film student" mode here. No connection from scene to scene, void of any true meaning other than 'look at me I can make ambiguous shots!', and his egoistic 'look at how artistic I am' style vomits off the screen into your, what is now, blood soaked eyes.I must stress I am not some philistine complaining that there were not enough explosions, but even a Patti Smith fan I went to see it with fell asleep. Not to mention the 30 or so people (all wearing Patti Smith t-shirts, clothes… obvious fans) who had no choice but to leave this brutal cinematic molestation (o my how I envied them).DO NOT SEE THIS FILM unless you are some kind of super Patti Smith fan that enjoys psychological torture!