![]() The deficiencies of the movie lie in the story-telling, in a plodding and predictable script, and that deplorable tactic of underlining every dramatic moment with a tinkle on the piano or a plaintive twang of the guitar. If it were argued this is actually the true story of Reddy’s life, then it’s a shame her life resembled a soap opera so closely. I really wanted to like this portrait of a star who probably enjoyed more success in America than any other Australian performer, but Unjoo Moon’s debut feature is a soap opera. Take away the rousing choruses of I Am Woman, and there’s not a lot left. Reddy’s unofficial anthem for the women’s movement is easily the best thing this movie has going for it. This might sound harmless enough, but in the wrong context it could raise uncomfortable questions about masculine identity. There should be a warning issued with this bio-pic of singer, Helen Reddy: after the film you’ll be humming I Am Woman for the next week or so.
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