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8.3 out of 10

Universal acclaim- based on 4 Ratings

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  1. Positive: 3 out of 4
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  3. Negative: 1 out of 4

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  1. JohnA
    Feb 26, 2009
    3
    As much as I feel respect for Patti Smith, her art and over-indulgent self sadly form a thick pretentious cloud behind which her humour and true persona (of which tiny bits in this film are amazing) remains for most part unseen. She is an honest person, true to her beliefs and warm-heartedly leads us through the film but in general, the point is sadly missed - 'Dream of Life' should have been called 'Patti Smith - This and That', due to her exposure to daily routines of painting, taking pictures, singing in and out of tune, walking around graveyards to express respects and gratitude to her ever-beloved poet idols... maybe that was the concept of the film, and to record an in-depth ten years video diary and then try and squeeze it into 2 hours isn't at all greatful or easy, there is still plenty of unnecessary philosophy which might even provoke those more dedicated to drop a yawn or two. Expand
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  2. MonkeyT
    May 9, 2009
    10
    Beautiful!!!! Serene, funny, moving, powerful, passionate. A gem.
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Metascore

Generally favorable reviews - based on 15 Critics

Critic score distribution:
  1. Positive: 11 out of 15
  2. Negative: 0 out of 15
  1. A knowledge of Smith's landmark contribution as a rock 'n' roll pioneer is not essential, and the film should be a joy for anyone interested in pop culture of the past 40 years.
  2. Reviewed by: Robert Koehler
    70
    The textured, thoughtful results may prove too cerebral and abstract for audiences beyond Smith's hardcore followers,
  3. Reviewed by: Camille Dodero
    40
    109 mostly black-and-white minutes of punk's wet nurse floating through the modern world while endlessly ruminating on mortality, art, and the occasional bodily function. Problem is, there's nary a hint of context, even with biographic essentials.