Requiem for a Dream

Like a spiraling nightmare.  Harry Goldfarb, world’s greatest son, tries his best to move past his heroin addiction and start a new life for him and his girlfriend, while his mother slowly loses her mind. What the fuck. There is so much imagery with the scene cuts, close ups on the remotes/pills, and split screens. The movie almost feels like a drug rush, and by the middle (much like with the characters) we are sobering up, and slowing down. Then, we go through withdrawal and shit it’s the fucking fan. It’s a brutal depiction of addiction.  Also, the stories mirror spectacularly. While the mom is doing well, the son is struggling, and vis versa. The score adds to this and propagates paranoia and arousal from the actors to the viewer. I found myself constantly suspecting the worst to come or for someone to double cross or change their mind at the last moment. This is reflective of how society views addicts, but also the mind of an addict too (as is often portrayed in film).