I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that anyone who has ever used any drug has already seen this movie or gotten the idea to see it high. To be honest, I was a bit afraid to watch this because I didn't think it'd be funny. I mean, this is a movie about how drugs will fuck you over. Getting high and watching this movie should make you feel terrible.
And it does.
Don't get me wrong, some parts will make you laugh...a lot. I'll put those in the HIGHPOINTS. But most of this movie is filled with sad imagery and music; the latter is thanks to Clint Mansell, most famous for Requiem for a Tower, a very powerful piece of music who's main riff makes up most of the score. The cinematography is, of course, faded and dark, almost as if the film wants to show these people as ghosts. It's beautiful, but haunting (pun intended). Every piece of this film is shot so that you know that none of these people will succeed. Even the title cards arrive with a resounding "thunk!," emphasizing time as an enemy.
Watching these people descend into a self-made hell while impaired only made me feel guilty. Sure, it's more beautiful and being high made me more emotionally involved, but I couldn't take the grief. But that's just who I am; I get guilt tripped easily. The friend I watched this with didn't have the same problem, but he also said he didn't have that much fun watching it either. So, watch this one at your own risk, folks.
HIGHPOINTS
(upon hearing Jared Leto's New York accent): "He sounds like such a douche!"
(upon seeing Jennifer Connelly): "Hey, it's Winona Ryder!" "That's not Winona Ryder." "Oh, it's Jennifer Connelly! I saw you in Labyrinth!"
(during the refridgerator scene): "Requiem for a Dream 2: Revenge of the Fridge!"
(at several points throughout the movie): "I want to make jokes but I know I'll just end up feeling sad!"
(upon seeing the big black guy that trades drugs for pussy): "It's Marcellas Wallace!"
