laila’s review published on Letterboxd:
...but every junkie's like a settin' sun
perhaps the most striking thing about panic in the needle park is how devoid of cinematic embellishments it is. there’s no music, no colour effects, no over elaborate storytelling. it’s an almost documental register of the crumbling lives of the main couple and the viewer is kept at a distance, like an intruder watching as their juvenile infatuation degrade into abuse, betrayal and decadence.
there’s a real sadness at their clumsy and half hearted attempts at getting clean and in the fact that they’re used because of their weakness for other’s benefits, as if their lives are disposable. maybe because they seem to have disposed of it first.
9/10 — it’s just overwhelmingly sad, too sad for words.