First 1:20 of this movie is exhausting. Same thing over and over and over. Could have accomplished the point in about 30mins. Seems they wanted to say, "look at how well Moss plays her character" by using redundancy. The real movie, and acting, starts after all this.

I kind of liked this movie. The realistic footage and acting were compelling. But ultimately there is just not enough interesting material to sustain such a long movie. What was the director/producer thinking? The same story, the same vibe, the same message, etc. could have easily been told as a 1:30 or 1:40 moved -- a good 40 minuted of filler less. At some point I just got bored, which is a shame as there was a good movie (still nothing amazing, but a 6.5 I want to say) in here somewhere. In the end it rates as just average.

source: Her Smell

Most movies about the music business come off looking nothing close to what it's really like being in a band or backstage. This has moments of realism but then also some cringe worthy moments. The music is the worst thing about the film.......supposed to be punk but has very little attitude at all and the songs are more country oriented. I saw a reviewer running on about only people in the music business 'getting it' well, as I am and have been in the music business for many years I can say that's mostly bull, it has a couple of moments yes but mostly it's a mess. Feels loosely based on Courtney Love. Ha ha. It's been told a million times before and more convincingly. Seeing them mime with instruments is always hilarious in films even when as hot as Cara is...... Just not authentic enough, music is weak. There are a couple of stand out moments and the lead actress did a great job I must say. The piano scene with her daughter although a little contrived pushed the right buttons and was enjoyable. Watch it nothing else on. It's puzzling to see why or how this film got made at all.

Aahh! Where did this come from? Not since Pagan Kennedy's novel "The Exes" (1999) has someone been able to extrapolate a music-making narrative that didn't seem fraudulent -- you'd have to thinly-veil an Ian MacKaye, a Calvin Johnson, invent Yo La Tengo before they existed, cast Henry Rollins. As Henry Rollins. No more -- and, with this, Ross Perry enters into the exalted realm of filmmakers of Supreme Confidence. There are, what, 7 or 8 scenes? You just go there and linger in 'em. That's it. This takes much, in terms of showing-us-aroundness, as damned if all the characters, save the one played by Eric Stoltz (who doesn't play one of those -- no failing here) don't shimmer with the sort of vibrations those who conduct them for their living, their daily bread, their art carry with them every day in their lives. It's a musician thing, ya'all.

I rather liked this. I do think it was disjointed with the little back shots and all over the place. At times I wasn't sure what was past or present. It wasn't believable that they were at a level of fame they supposedly were and was she just a drunk? I only saw the British or Australian doing them. I think the could of expounded more on the leads life and how she came t be where she was than relying on madsens verbalizing some of it. I think for me I liked it better after she got sober but she was so bizarre acting tho she was as a drunk too. Have't seen Eric Stoltz in anything in a while and to the reviewer who said Amber Heard should of played the lead?!? Lol. Idk. Everything I've seen her in she's horrible and wooden. To wrap it up I'd say give it ago by the end I was thinking to myself " that was pretty good"!

I kind of liked this movie. The realistic footage and acting were compelling. But ultimately there is just not enough interesting material to sustain such a long movie. What was the director/producer thinking? The same story, the same vibe, the same message, etc. could have easily been told as a 1:30 or 1:40 moved -- a good 40 minuted of filler less. At some point I just got bored, which is a shame as there was a good movie (still nothing amazing, but a 6.5 I want to say) in here somewhere. In the end it rates as just average.

I saw one Internet review of "Her Smell" that said the real movie begins at 1:20, and I found that to be absolutely correct. The question is whether or not you can make it that far without giving up on the repulsive mess that is this movie for the first hour and twenty minutes. That's an awful long time to ask us to spend with a character as abhorrent as the one created by Elisabeth Moss, a troubled rock star who you want to see get run over by a truck within the first five minutes of the movie. Seriously, "troubled" does not even begin to describe the creation concocted by Moss and her director. She's pitched at such an insane level that you wonder how she manages to cross a street by herself, let alone function as the lead singer of a band. The film is one sustained note of frenzy that practically dares you to stick with it, as if it doesn't really want to be watched in the first place. I did stick with it because I was promised that it turned into something different, which it does. It's quieter, and there's more character development. There are moments in the latter half of the movie where I found myself moderately engaged. But overall the payoff was not worth the assault of the film's first half. There is one moment in the film that made me unequivocally glad I stuck with it, and that is when Moss sings a sweet version of "Heaven" to her daughter while sitting at a piano. But it would be stretching it to say the film is worth sitting through for that. Just watch that scene on YouTube and forget the rest. Grade: C-

Awful film acting is terrible, Moss was watching too much Courtney Love vids on YouTube and failed miserably.Skip this one

I had high hopes for this film, but after watching it I realized that I've been more entertained by picking naval lint and/or taking a big dump. The film tries to be conduit for progressive message, yet falls flat on its face. Moss can only do so much to carry the listless cast; specifically the Razzie-worthy "performance" of Cara Delevingne. Seriously, how many more films can this human personification of a giant wet fart ruin before Hollywood realizes that a "pretty" face does NOT equal talent? I literally cringed every second that hack was on screen. Again, kudos to Moss for putting up with the train-wreck supporting cast. You can literally see her pain on screen, and sadly that is one highlight of this otherwise total flop.