But we never get to hear in the singer’s own words about what she has overcome to become the triumphant star we see belting high notes and dancing in impossibly tall thigh-high boots for thousands of weeping admirers.There were also references to premature death. Grande has undoubtedly weathered more than her fair share of tragedy in recent years, from the horrific bombing at her 2017 Manchester Arena concert to the fatal overdose of her ex-boyfriend, rapper Mac Miller, in 2018. There are vague allusions throughout to the singer’s struggles, including an appearance from notorious music mogul Scooter Braun who gushes with pride about how far she’s come. The only problem is we don’t know what it saved her from.

“I know it’s been hard, and I know it’s been a lot, physically and mentally,” she tells them, “but like, this show for sure, for sure, for sure saved my life this year.” The emotional climax of the film comes when, ahead of the final show of the tour, Grande chokes up during a speech to her crew of backup dancers and producers. The concert portions, filmed in London, are interspersed with footage of Grande giggling over an iPhone screen with different combinations of best friends and chatting with makeup artists over pre-show glam sessions. Though there is an amusing twist ending to the story (Grande had been FaceTiming with Broadway star Kristen Chenoweth at the time), a pet poop anecdote hardly qualifies as juicy or vulnerable behind-the-scenes dish.ĭirected by Paul Dugdale, excuse me, i love you documents a few select moments from the 27-year-old’s 2019 Sweetener tour.

In fact-and I swear I’m not making this up-by the 55-minute mark, the longest non-performance segment features the “thank u, next” singer telling a story about her dogs getting diarrhea. This is about as deep as the film gets into Grande’s personal life, branded as a documentary but rarely probing beneath its subject’s glittery surface. At least, that seemed to be the main takeaway from Netflix’s excuse me, i love you, the concert movie about the popstar, in which too many people to count are identified with title cards anointing them “best friend” first, whatever their profession is second.

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