
Carnegie Mellon Probes Professor’s ‘Die first, white man’ Post Amid Backlash
By JOSEPH CURL
|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.

By JOSEPH CURL
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By ELYSA GARDNER
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By A.R. HOFFMAN
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By HOLLIE McKAY
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By LUKE FUNK
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By HOLLIE McKAY
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By VERONIQUE de RUGY
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By HOLLIE McKAY
|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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