So, I finally got to see the Amy Winehouse documentary in theaters with my dad last night and it made me cry. To see such a beautiful and talented person turn into someone for the media to destroy. I felt claustrophobic just watching it. She couldn't move an inch without hundreds of cameras snapping in her face; even when she died the paparazzi were all around the men removing her body from her home. In the beginning a naive young Amy didn't believe how big she was actually becoming. It made me sick seeing how earlier in life she preformed for Jay Leno during his show only to have him make fun of her later. Drug problems aren't funny, they are tragic. I wish people were more sensitive to that kind of stuff.