Brian Wilson wrote some of the most beautiful music to grace this confusing world. His songs are very perfect and, in terms of the creative process, impossible to return an engineer. Obviously, you can break down the structure of the textbooks and the precise production of masterpieces like "Surfer Girl", "When I grow up to be a man" and "don't worry baby", but accounting for their existence, how they appeared, how someone could hear such exciting strange harmonies.

After learning that Wilson died At the age of 82, I was hit with the same feeling of melancholic hope that I feel every time I hear "God just knows" (So well used in the "Boogie Nights") or "I just haven't made these times." From measure to measure, these songs turn from deep sadness to smooth joy; They cover the total of how it feels human. They both calm their hugs and shoulders to cry. They are forever, but Wilson wasn't. And while I am spoiled because of the thought that this only creature has left us, there are some comfort that should be found on his departure.

Not all artistic geniuses are created equal. Some can be unusual, hard and stunningly adaptable to change. Others can be fragile, scared and prone to periods of severe depression. When they cannot convince the sadness and anxiety of their lives through healthy means, they break into the fraudulent drug and alcohol code. In these substances they find temporary relief and, on the occasion, separate the sounds and visions that are stuck in their heads. But there is a bill that will inevitably come. When changing your consciousness and neglecting your physical well -being for a longer period of time, you can only bounce. It is the life of reducing the return. However, somehow, despite struggling with the demons in the head and, disturbing, in his life for many decades, Wilson proved to be elastic enough to end two of the most surprising works of art ever imagined. And there is a very good movie that will give you an exciting sense of how he pulled them all together in two very different periods in his life.

Bill's "Love and Mercy" is a fascinating biopic duel. It's a tag team starring the feat that brings the best in Two phenomenal actors (Paul Dan and Johnon Kuzak) While they play Brian Wilson struggles under the impossible weight of a possible badly advised creative company called "Smile". Both timelines are frightening independently, but the Dano segment is particularly disturbing because, if you know Wilson, you are well aware that this is when this Sui Generis seeker has become unsaturated by reality because of LSD. The younger Wilson was also mistreated at different levels of his father Muri (Bill Camp) and his legendary horrible cousin Mike Lion (Akeeike Abel).

Part of the story of Kuzak was set in the 1980s, where Wilson interferes through life under the supervision of Quak's psychologist Dr. Eugene Landy (Paul Amamati). This is the more conventional piece of the film, but Pochlad manages to make him sing by adding it to Wilson's previous research. It also helps Elizabeth Banks give one of her best performances to this day as Melinda Ledbeter, a car salesman who helps the musician get rid of Landy's control.

The film of Pohlad is at best showing Wilson on Dano collaborating with the crew of destruction-like a good band of sessions as always existed-on the recording of the album "Pet Sounds", a stone-cold masterpiece that, in its time, was considered confusing. Music Biomit is already self-money (I think, 18 years have passed "Take a Walk to Jake Casdan", the story of Davy Cox " He burned the form), but this is a film that cares more about the mental health of his brilliant protagonist than to encourage a new interest in his back catalog. Wilson did not come out of the other side of his decade -long battle with mental illness and abuse of substances as a genius. But he seems to have found a certain measure of peace. And now peace is all that has. In the meantime, we get the music. And, we never needed such unusual beauty more than now. Thank you, Mr -Wilson.