Bowie deserved better and its quite right that his family did not sanction this film. His Hunky Dory voice, "oh God - I could do better than that!" echoed in my head as I watched Mr Flynn channel early reminiscences of Princess Di more than David Bowie. The sense of fragility, the down-cast face with gentle eyes upward, his performance should have been filmed in front of the Taj Mahal preferably wearing a bipperty-bopperty hat. For me David Bowie was never this type of persona, his music from the get go was about being courageously different and inventively unique, mirrored through a series of carefully calculated, confident, and deliberately non-conformist styles to make his point. Not the subdued, repressed, go with the flow wall-flower, the film seems to portray. Whilst the film helped explain some of the background and context of Bowie's early work, it doesn't inspire nor give the OTT glam that I believe any film about David Bowie deserves.