This weekend, “Back to Black,” a biopic of the late, great R&B singer Amy Winehouse, opens in theaters to commercial intrigue and much critical chagrin. The music biopic has been a staple of the cinematic landscape over the last two decades.
Twenty-five years ago, it happened again. Throw in the anxieties over Y2K and the coming of the new millennium, and you had a rare breeding ground for artistic greatness.
