‘It’s Never Over, Jeff Buckley’ Review: Amy Berg’s Documentary Reverently Captures the Late Rocker With the Voice of an Angel

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Owen Gleiberman Chief Film Critic The human voice, as we all know, is as much of a musical instrument as any other instrument.

But Jeff Buckley had a voice that was so breathtaking, so ethereally soaring, so reaching for the heavens in its virtuosity that it’s as if he’d been given a different instrument from everyone else in pop and rock.

Not that he wasn’t profoundly influenced. He had a four-octave range, and when he ascended into the upper registers, with that theremin wail and that incredibly fast vibrato, he sounded like his greatest idol, Nina Simone, crossed with his other greatest idol, Robert Plant, crossed with the most impassioned angel God had ever gifted.

In “It’s Never Over, Jeff Buckley,” Amy Berg’s rapturous documentary about Buckley’s extraordinary rise in the ’90s and his tragically cut-short life, we hear Buckley sing in every conceivable context: in clubs, in stadiums, in the recording studio, and when he’s just sitting around.