Watched this fully against my will.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Requiem for a Dream has been one of my favourite movies for about ten years (yes I was watching this when I was 14 years old), and Darren Aronofsky has always been such a huge inspiration for myself and my art.
When I first saw this I was a teen with ADHD prescribed to Dexedrine. Though I didn’t fully understand the true throes of addiction, I had always been exposed to it, whether it was my own prescribed addiction, or…
I wanted to like this, but it felt way too all over the place. There are parts that could have been better edited, better explained, and I believe the timeline could have been a biiiiit more cohesive.
What this doc succeeded in was making me incredibly nostalgic for Blockbuster. I used to go at least once a week growing up. Some of my favourite memories involve Blockbuster. I’m about to go to Bend, Oregon just to walk through the DVD stacked aisles.
Also....the quintessential Netflix narration...I can’t stand it. I absolutely cannot stand it.