The ultimate speed freak's tale.
Over the course of three days Ross, a college dropout addicted to crystal-meth, encounters a variety of oddball folks - including a stripper named Nikki and her boyfriend, the local meth producer, The Cook - but all he really wants to do is hook up with his old girlfriend, Amy.
SPOILER ALERT: Drugs are bad.
Like Requiem for a Dream, but a way more realized and less melodramatic take on addiction. Also Mickey Rourke is putting on some great work in this role and certainly indicates what would be his stellar return to acting a few years later in a far more enjoyable Aronofsky film.
Bold. Brittany Murphy is junkie bold.
In this 'meth-lab-bust-chaos' of a film the keen viewer realises the narrative and the misgivings of the plot when or if constipated because of some junk he shot up his arm last evening, or was it afternoon or maybe Tuesday?
God bless her soul. Murphy's edginess was something I could relate to, like how I appreciate and respect Ledger for locking himself in a hotel room to become Jack Napier. Both met an early demise. I guess I'm only projecting my fascination with 'The 27 Club'. Ledger missed it by one year and Murphy by five.
However, it is the heart-rending and agonising and distressing and tormented and genius monologue in the end that…
Spun is the movie before 8 Mile were Brittany Murphy plays herself. Oh shit I'm going to straight to hell!
Wild carousel of drug dealers, drug addicts and drug makers pulls out all stops to give an unflinching, amorally entertaining and shamelessly graphic ride into sexy and violent psychedelia (so much so that more than 50 shots have been modified with blur effects or black bars to hide the most explicit details!). Constantly inventive, effortlessly over-the-top, a film that fully earns the right to enclose a homage to John Waters.
(Be Warned: even in its R-rated version, film is EXTREMELY explicit)
You won't know which end is up after this grimy trip down the rabbit hole of crystal culture.
For everyone who idolizes the Heisenberg character on Breaking Bad, this is what his product is doing to his "consumers." It's nothing to be proud of.
Nikki: Fuckin' fuckface fucker.
The Cook: Nice titties. Small ass.
"fuckin' fuckface fucker"
"Spoof. Dope. Crank. Creep. Bomb. Spank. Shit. Bang. Zip. Tweak. Chard. Call it what you will. It's all methamphetamine. That's what I'm here for."
It's hard not to compare it to Aronofsky's Requiem for a Dream as it has a lot of similarities and for that reason when you compare something to a masterpiece there's only one outcome...
The comic drawings and the 4:3 format are unnecessary other than that Spun is a great constructed mess of a film
Very good story...
Music video director Jonas Åkerlund balances out the pathos of his bizarre characters in "Spun" by allowing as little space as possible for them to feel comfortable. With over-focused close-ups to the pores of his actors' faces, to the fast-paced editing and shape-shifting camerawork that could make you feel the need to vomit, and finally with the somber over-baked zaniness of the overall events that take place, "Spun" doesn't take a breath from getting its characters from point A to point B without a little end-of-the-alphabet distractions. Not judging the dispicable junkie characters within only gives it the heart it otherwise wouldn't have held onto. (Mickey Rourke and Brittany Murphy are P-H-E-N-O-M-E-N-A-L.)
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