The Doors (1991)
Unlike the standard musical biopic, this movie makes no effort to portray Jim Morrison as a redeemable character. When your protagonist is a selfish asshole who likes drugs, your film is at a disadvantage. When you spend considerable amounts of time recreating one acid trip after another, your movie becomes tedious.
Val Kilmer is believable as the mercurial front man of The Doors, but he’s totally unlikable.
Meg Ryan is miscast as Morrison’s girlfriend, Pamela Courson. When I think of her, the last thing I think of is drug addled slut, but apparently the producers of this film thought she was a perfect fit . Maybe Ryan was desperate to do something other than the light-hearted romantic comedies which had endeared her to America, but there are worse fates than to be beloved and one of those is to be associated with this film.
I like The Doors music, but after watching this, I like it a little less.
Olive Stone has made a few movies I like including JFK (1990) and Natural Born Killers (1995), but this is a joyless film about a talented egomaniac. Somewhere in this mess a good movie may lie in hiding, but I don’t want to watch it again to find it.