Oh now, this is sad. What’s sad? That Whitney’s dead? Well, yes, that’s pretty sad, but it’s not all that unexpected, come on. Not with a decades-long battle with drug abuse. You know what’s really sad? That this song has even been released, and for a few reasons. One? It’s crap. It’s seriously pure crap, and if Whitney hadn’t passed, I highly doubt this movie would even make the cut for the ‘Sparkle soundtrack. It’s that bad. Second? Poor Whitney couldn’t even sing anymore. You can just hear how heavy-handed the digital technicians were on this song—but just with Whitney‘s part. It sounds like her voice was dubbed in and added at a later date. I’m not going to even use the word “autotune” here, because “autotune” would give the impression that a flawless performance was at hand, and there’s nothing even close to that at hand here.
Me, I say let sleeping dogs lie, and allow Whitney’s fans to remember her the way she used to be—how she was during her prime—and not mess around with this sad-ass business of hearing and seeing what it’s like to watch a music great unravel before your very eyes. Damn.