With “I Wanna Dance with Somebody,” Whitney Houston gets a biopic that isn’t fixated on her tragic ending. But, for example, on a love that nobody knows.
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Juliana Liebert
If, as Tolstoy said, all happy families are alike, and each unhappy one is unhappy in its own way, why are the misfortunes of unhappy pop stars so alike? Why are Whitney Houston’s and Amy Winehouse’s stories similar in so many respects? Both exceptional talents, both betrayed by their fathers for money, both with husbands you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemies, drugs, alcohol, hounded by the tabloid press, vilified, crashed, performed further than they needed rest and help, on stage booed by their own fans. And died too soon.