Director: Sonia Anderson
Part of me actually quite enjoyed the official Katy Perry doco, Part of Me – somewhere in there, perhaps buried a bit deep for some of Perry’s fans there was an awareness of the pop-fandom microscope, of the banality and the awkwardness of gushing fans.
And if Perry isn’t exactly a huge talent you can at least admire her dedication to the role – she’s in it and wants to be there. That might be no reason at all to admire her, it might be the worst back-handed compliment (or the best?) but she’s not (entirely) the enemy. She’s just doing what she does and in many ways it’s because of us – or if not us then someone, some of us – that she exists. It’s our fault more than it’s ever her fault.
But this unauthorised bio/doco is car-crash stuff – horrid, embarrassing. The sort of thing I (usually) love. Here we have complete nobody-hacks talking as if they know the real “Katy” because someone in the fan-club, possibly themselves writing from a separate personality, once replied to their fan-letter and stencilled on a candy-coloured kiss mark or some shit like that.
That people will buy this and own this because they’re fans is one thing – that this could even suggest (in its embarrassingly hopeful pun) that this was getting anywhere near to intimate with its subject is quite another.
But I’m a veteran of this nonsense – I made it through not one but two One Direction unauthorised band-bio DVDs. And lived to fervently not-recommend them. And that means about as much, in the end, as the very product I sat through. Not a shit.