Requiem for a Dream – A Requiem to Remember

There have been millions of pictures on drug abuse; but all this pictures have had only one side to the whole story. They have always been showed from the point of society, where a teenager is ‘tricked’ into drugs and then how he ruins himself and so on and so forth. Never before have I seen a movie, where the screenplay runs parallel from the point of view of the teenager and why he needs drugs in the first place, and why drugs are not the sole prerogative of the teenager alone. Yes, when every drug addict loses authority over his own life, is also shown in the movie, it becomes evident why it need not be done and should be avoided on the whole. The focal point is drug abuse and not “Oh my God, Satan’s minions at work!”

Requiem... comes in with this new story that really needs to be told. It’s about drug abuse, not about why it’s wrong, where the latter comes in as a dictum. And the brilliance of the movie is that it is not just the youth, but even adults who can get sucked into it.

And would you believe it, that the adult we are talking about here is the mother of the so called drug-ruined teenager? Miraculous, isn’t it? And the point more miraculous in this whole picture is that the whole point is shown with such conviction and realism that it becomes more real than it is actually represented.

And even the gore of drugs is so brilliantly depicted. Yes, I know, most people like to claim this picture as another show of American ‘glass is half empty’ kind of concept. To all you people, either get stoned and watch the picture, or just sit it out without any distractions, alone somewhere, where you can let yourself get absorbed into the whole flow. You don’t have to be friend of the devil alone to get involved with this picture ­– you just need to be you. And yes, you can do that without any intoxication also.

And beyond the screenplay, and also the acting, which was top-notch by the way, there is the editing that needs special mention. I once told a friend of mine that the editor of this movie must have scissors in place of fingers on his hands. Maybe on his feet also! The smart cuts on the actual drug taking process were innovative, novel, all the words that your thesaurus can find on the same. Cocaine consumption for instance – the dump, the five dollar bill roll, the pull, the veins beating that extra pulse, and the pupils dilating. The story has been told, shown and though you never saw the whole continuous process, yet you can feel it as if someone stuffed cocaine into your own nostrils. Amazing!

Oh, and did I mention the music? The whole string quartet that plays the leit-motif throughout the whole movie is an amazing piece of composition. Each movement gather impeccable momentum as it dies out slowly. So much thought has gone into something that we normally perceive as moment breakers in our films. That is what makes Hollywood so much better in the first place. They think about the whole package. We believe that once the casting has been completed, we are kings.

If this Requiem... has to be compared to any musical treatment, I’d tell you it isn’t Jim Morrison and The Doors, but Jerry Garcia and Grateful Dead at work. Slow and lazy lyrics, innovative, poetry and yet swings from time to time.

It’s an intoxicating movie. Just watch it when you can.