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We watched Requiem for a Dream last night. I haven’t experienced such a movie-induced emotional onslaught for a long time, not since the landing in Saving Private Ryan (and I was only watching *that* over my shoulder). I had trouble getting to sleep last night, and I’ve had to play happy music all day today to avoid getting gloomy.

I just read an anecdote where one woman, upon leaving the movie theater in a daze after watching this movie, could not leave the public bathroom because “there were too many doors,” and she “felt trapped”, and I can definitely relate. You really do feel emotionally drained, especially by the performance of Ellen Burstyn (who should have won the Oscar for this.. damn you Julia Roberts).

As a movie, it does have its flaws - as usual, the players are all beautiful, and there’s not really much in the way of story development, but there’s surprises too; who knew Marlon Wayans could really act?

See this. Just make sure you’re emotionally up to it.

- SiW



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