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By DAVID JONES
|While aspects of Oliver Stone’s musical biopic now play like a bad acid trip, the late Val Kilmer uncannily inhabits Jim Morrison.

Watching Oliver Stone’s “The Doors” movie in middle age is painful. The music and Val Kilmer’s acting are phenomenal. The film, though, feels like being stuck in a bad acid trip, replete with tiresome tropes like the virtuous and wise Native American and the desert as locus of self-actualization.

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By JOSEPH CURL
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By GARY GASTELU
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By JOSEPH CURL
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By ALEX ZDAN
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By ROSS ANDERSON
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By THE NEW YORK SUN
|Watching Oliver Stone’s “The Doors” movie in middle age is painful. The music and Val Kilmer’s acting are phenomenal. The film, though, feels like being stuck in a bad acid trip, replete with tiresome tropes like the virtuous and wise Native American and the desert as locus of self-actualization.
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