Nico, 1988

He had more potential, especially dramatic and family, he had a child with Alan Dellon, who was never recognized by him, despite his parents having raised and adopted him, at age 16 Nico's son shared drugs and syringes with her, he was born during the war, the German soldier father, will die in the war, she had stated that maybe all Germans have Nazism in their veins, when asked about, there was a lot about her to be said, they focused on a short time, unfortunately, uninteresting...

Bookended by a radio interview in which German gothmother Nico likens eighties Manchester to postwar Berlin; dwelling upon her final years as a self-confessed "fat old junkie" with only fleeting flashbacks to her days as Andy Warhol's muse (her participation in 'La Dolce Vita' isn't even mentioned), the portrait that emerges is more like that of a punk rocker than of a hippy.

With a cigarette permenantly hanging from her lips Trine Dyrholm's throaty rendition of her songs give them a resonance similar to the latter day Marianne Faithfull. (To my untutored ear the way she croaks her way through 'Nature Boy' supplies a poignancy similar to Claire Trevor singing 'Moanin' Low' in 'Key Largo'.)

A haunting emotional bio pic that showcases the woman behind the haunting voice that has resonated with so many disaffected youths since the 1960's. The Velvet Underground and Nico has been my favorite album since early adolescence, so I was excited to dive into this one.

This film portrays the last two years in the life of Nico, the broken drug addled chanteuse, who at this point is basically treading water after a life scarred with sadness, regret and disappointment.

The film documents Nico's final tour across Europe with a new band.

I'm a big fan of Nico's music, and thought this was extremely well done, and I'm extremely critical of bio pics. It's a dark, somber and melancholy film that is at times extremely haunting and hypnotic. Trine Dyrholm is fantastic in the role of Nico; her nihilistic and often razor tongued balancing act across an intense emotional terrain inject a tangibility into the film. Bravo!

Andy Warhol said that everyone has their fifteen minutes of fame. And he gave Nico, a beautiful young model, her fifteen minutes by pairing her with the Velvet Underground, a rock band in his orbit who were starting their careers. If I recall correctly, the Velvets were unconvinced by their guest singer, but the one album they made together became a cult success. But what do you do when your moment of fame passes? Nico died in relative obscurity before the age of 50, grappling with heroin addiction. As a concept, 'Nico, 1988' might be imagined to be simply unbearably sad. But in fact, there's a lot to enjoy in Susanna Nicchiarelli's film. Her Nico is an addict, sure, with all that that entails, but also a not unaccomplished jazz-rock singer, and a real person trying to extract meaning from her life. It's not easy for her, but neither is this a story of a life not worth living; and her death a sudden and mostly unexpected tragedy the same as anyone else's. Trine Dyrholm is very good in the lead role bringing the character to three-dimensional life. It's an unsentimental movie, but in no senses a cold one.

A strong biographical drama portraying the last years of singer Nico, former Velvet Underground. It develops well her uneasy character, her personal relations, her artistic view. The movie is good in all technical traits. However, what is impossible not to highlight is the outstanting performance by Tirine Dyrholm. He is simply amazing in the leading role, showing all the anger, sadness, impatience, impulsiveness, sometimes vatious of these feelings at once! As I read in two otber review, if the world were better (or if Acadeny Awards were serious), she would have certainly won the Oscar as the best actress.