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Hysteria, however skillfully maintained, should never be mistaken for art -- a caution that applies equally to Stone and his subject.
Both a vibrant tribute to rock cult figure Jim Morrison and to the decade in which he flourished.
Los Angeles Times:
The whole movie is white hot, lapped in honeyed golds, evilly blue and black or drenched in those swoony, fiery reds. The Doors blasts your ears and scorches your eyes.
After the first hour or so of The Doors, the only door I wanted to see was the one marked ''EXIT.''
While it has its moments, taken by itself, The Doors amounts to little more than an impressionistic look at a boy and his death wish.
Insidiously funny and remarkably truthful about the psychedelic rock scene in the late 1960.
I can't recall a film that evokes the myth of the Sixties more potently.
New York Times:
It is made by a Morrison groupie for other groupies, a film that leaves the rest of us locked outside wondering what the fuss is about.
The movie does a pretty good job with period ambience. But it's a long haul waiting for the hero to keel over.
Whatever reservations one may have about this exhausting, dark-side-of-the-'60s epic, there can be little doubt that Stone has captured a particular, bombs-away brand of rock & roll excess with definitive candor.
For a while, the obviousness and flat-out vulgarity are sort of entertaining, and it might be possible to enjoy the movie as a camp classic if you could ignore the mean-spiritedness that keeps breaking through.
Watching the movie is like being stuck in a bar with an obnoxious drunk, when you're not drinking.
The film really proves only that Jim was a bad drunk and a worse friend, and that in no way was his life exemplary.
Stone sometimes loads the narrative with too much sub-Freudian baggage about Morrison's childhood, but the music, the excess and the excitement come across well.
Kilmer is convincing in the lead role, although he never allows the viewer to share any emotions.
You get a buzz, all right, but you're left woozy and hung over, and probably won't remember much of what you've seen.