Unable to let the movie simply breathe, the camera seems unable to film anything other than gaga and cooper. Sweeping shot of the audience, environment, location (save a wind farm) being absent leave you with no sense of space or atmosphere. A score that seems to have been written by seperate committees for lyrics and notes who refuse to work together. Sparingly bradley cooper saves this performance with some instances of genuine emotional vulnerability, while leaving gaga to sit with an uncompelling performance that only fails to capture any sense of empathy with her character. The score sat with the movie like oil on water leaving the audience emotionally signposted to a very cheap facsimile of feelings. While attempts to convey gravitas were made, the nascent entry of an actor into directorship, combined with an untrained popstar for a lead, made this movie sat like a lump in the throat that simply wouldn't retch up.