Celle que vous croyez connaître : Anna Nicole Smith

Well, I don't feel like it was a waste of time to watch this documentary. I also don't think I took a single thing away from that was new.

It was very obviously done in a way that was trying to make key players look completely innocent. There's absolutely no way that some of those closest to her didn't have a hand in giving her what she wanted.

Documentary did include some footage I had never seen before. There was also some touching photos of her with her children. It's just a shame that her life turned out the way it did, and that she had no one there to guide her. She just was so unprepared to handle that level of fame.

I remember Anna Nicole Smith from my childhood and she was really beautiful, almost in every magazine i was seeing her. She was really really famous. In this documentary i felt so sad about her. Story is so classic actually. Poor beautiful girl with some teenage problem and becoming a star immediately and after that unavoidable fact happens... Anna Nicole Smith lived fast and died young. Maybe she did choose this ending.so sad really sad.. I hope she is in better place anymore. I am happy to watch this documentary, in last years i really love Netflix documentaries. This is one of the best again. Watchable, recommended. Do not listen negative comments.

No pun intended of course - fame, many want it, few can handle it. But it's not just about that, it's personal too. I have to admit, I was unaware of quite a few things. Not just her personality (her body - well everyone knew about that), but her motivation and her private life. That includes all of her family, parents but also her son.

She was larger than life and while she made great news/ratings, her personal demons were too big. Add issues women have to deal with normally, but get bigger when in the public eye ... that includes shaming of all kinds, especially her looks (weight), but also her behavior. People should mind their own business or try to help, not further drag people down.

She seemed sweet, determined, but also gullible and naive. Add pills to an already unstable individual ... and you know it won't end well ...

Anna Nicole Smith: You Don't Know Me is a documentary that offers a poignant and compassionate exploration of the life of an iconic yet deeply troubled figure. Delving beyond the headlines and tabloid sensationalism, this documentary paints a heartbreaking portrait of Anna Nicole Smith, revealing the vulnerable human being hidden beneath the glamour and tragedy. Through a delicate blend of personal interviews, archival footage, and candid testimonials, the documentary invites me to witness the complexities of fame, addiction, and the relentless pursuit of happiness.

At its core, the documentary stands as a testament to the power of empathy and understanding. It delves into the early struggles and hardships that shaped Anna Nicole's life, exposing the profound impact of poverty, abuse, and abandonment on her journey. By offering glimpses of her vulnerable moments and genuine aspirations, the film challenges our tendency to judge based solely on surface-level perceptions, encouraging us to dig deeper and embrace compassion for those whose lives have been marred by tragedy.

The strength of this documentary lies in its ability to humanize Anna Nicole Smith. It captures her longing for love, acceptance, and stability, revealing the underlying fragility that belied her vivacious and glamorous persona. Through intimate interviews with family members, friends, and colleagues, the documentary provides a multifaceted understanding of the woman behind the headlines, transcending the caricature often associated with her name. It is a stark reminder that behind the fame and fortune, there existed a complex soul yearning for connection and purpose.

"You Don't Know Me" skillfully explores the darker aspects of Anna Nicole's life, particularly her battles with addiction and the toll it took on her mental and physical well-being. The documentary handles these sensitive subjects with care, highlighting the relentless grip of substance abuse while emphasizing the societal pressures and personal demons that contributed to her struggle. By shedding light on the complex interplay between fame, addiction, and mental health, the documentary urges us to question our complicity in perpetuating cycles of suffering and to confront our collective responsibility to support those in need.

While "You Don't Know Me" is a moving tribute to Anna Nicole Smith, it occasionally leaves me longing for a deeper examination of certain aspects of her life. The pacing, at times, feels uneven, and certain moments could have been explored with greater detail and context. However, the documentary's underlying commitment to compassion and understanding mitigates these shortcomings, allowing me to forge a genuine connection with the human being at the heart of the story.

Anna Nicole Smith: You Don't Know Me is a heart-wrenching and compassionate documentary that peels back the layers of a tragically misunderstood figure. It prompts us to reflect on our own judgments, biases, and the societal pressures that can contribute to the unraveling of a person's life. By illuminating the complexities of fame, addiction, and the pursuit of happiness, the documentary serves as a powerful reminder of the importance of empathy and human connection. Through the lens of Anna Nicole's story, we are compelled to examine our collective responsibility to extend compassion to those who struggle, so that no one is left feeling alone and unheard.

Gertrude Stein made that statement, rather offhandedly, about the place of her birth, which had vanished. The same can be said about Netflix's documentary "Anna Nicole Smith: You Don't Know Me." Although Smith is gone, she's not completely vanished, as a needless 116 minutes regretfully demonstrates.

Like Venus rising from the sea, or just grow'd like Topsy, she came forth from the dire straits of Texas to dazzle and dumbfound the masses. But don't look too closely for any deep truths or poignant lessons about life and death in her 7,884,000 minutes of fame because there's nothing there. Hers is a story no different from those of many vacuous beauties celebrated by the acquisitive for the inquisitive. Good looks, as the saying goes (and it goes for a good reason) are a dime a dozen. While a beautiful face can take one someplace far from the dusty plaines and crispy fried chicken shacks of Texas, it can take one only so far, and in Smith's case, not far enough.

The tragedy here is self-inflicted, although tragedy is maybe too big a word for so small a matter as the life of Anna Nicole Smith. Any parallels with the extraordinary career of Marilyn Monroe are entirely expedient and included here only to frame a narrative that has no other plausible basis for existing. Cashing her winning ticket in the genetics lottery may have gotten her face in print and provided the means for breast augmentation, but being photogenic without having any real talent is like getting all dressed up with nowhere to go. Except, apparently for Anna, only to wheedle her way into Southfork and land smack dab on the lap of wheelchair bound (eventually bedridden) billionaire J. Howard Marshall, who had by then when they met (at a strip club, naturally) reentered the id stage of his life for the instant gratification he had once gotten from breast feeding. In one inadvertently comical phone conversation (recorded for posterity and a future lawsuit), Smith coyly asks Citizen Marshall if he wants to see his "rosebud," which shows--although one doubts purposely--how anything relevant went over her head, like the use of that word.

Always seeming too much at home with sycophants, she was perhaps naive not to see (or maybe just playacting for cameras) that her shady biological father wanted more than the usual father/daughter relationship, or that her "attorney," Howard (dateless-at-the-prom) K. Stern, didn't have her best interests at heart (but knew he made for good television anyway)--and somewhere in the insanity lost sight of her troubled son. He's the tragedy in this meaningless story.

A statement in the epilogue, the purpose of which may not have been the filmmaker's intention, clarifies for viewers, once and for all, Smith's existence, in that her daughter Dannielynn "inherited nothing," nothing monetarily, but from her mother, getting nothing was always inevitable.