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‘It’s Never Over, Jeff Buckley’ Review: Amy Berg’s Documentary Reverently Captures the Late Rocker With the Voice of an Angel
It's clear that Buckley, who sang like Nina Simone crossed with Robert Plant crossed with a heavenly spirit, could have been a staggeringly huge star.
When you envision the quintessential Jeff Buckley sound, you tend to think of one of his slower, meditative drifting numbers — like, famously, his cover version of “Hallelujah,” which is so spellbinding in its deliberation that he seems to be weighing and burnishing every word. Courted by record companies, he signed with Columbia, the fabled home of Dylan and Springsteen, and made “Grace,” an album that consisted of original material interspersed with some of the cover versions that had become his trademark. But as we drink in Jeff Buckley through the archival material — the photographs and, especially, the ’90s video footage — that Berg has assembled with her usual transfixing skill, and through the searingly candid interviews she presents of two of his most prominent romantic partners and muses, Rebecca Moore and Joan Wasser (both musicians), we begin to get immersed in a story unlike that of any other in rock.
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