If you love One direction, and love Louis, you should go and watch the documentary.
There is another, darker, more complex storyline here, peeping around the edges. I hope we get to see it one day. Even if it is ten hours long.
I would happily sit through ten times ten hours about Louis Tomlinson’s life, listening to him talk.
Two hours was clearly not enough time to cover his last twelve years. What was not covered is as interesting a choice as what was. The choice to focus on the development of his performance career was a good one. It is most likely where he currently can be the most honest and if he can’t cover it honestly, better to leave it out. The choice left some strange gaps in the story but what he did include was certainly addressed with disarming intimacy, rawness and courage.
1D was beloved. I can’t recall a more beloved band, or one more mourned, since the Beatles. That was definitely underestimated by the so called adults of the music industry, intent on following a chartered path according to industry wisdom. They forgot industry wisdom is a work in progress.
I hope the next beloved band gets more support in the mental health department.