Val Kilmer gives the performance of his career as Jim Morrison in Oliver Stone’s biopic, so it’s a shame the surrounding film lets him down.
In following The Doors’ rise from LA bar band to mega-stage provocateurs, we’re subjected to wearisome scenes of a drugged-up Morrison spouting dismal poetry and staggering around douchebagfilled parties.
Kilmer channels Morrison to an uncanny degree, but Stone’s attempts to frame him as a modern shaman don’t work and we’re left with a fawning look at a man who busily ruined the lives of all around him.
