i had no idea where to post this because i am rather cautious about my activity on bluelight, i'm a pacifist for the most part (unless i know you very well) and i don't want to get started in pissing anyone off that i don't know or having my feelings singed by someone who's in a bitchy mood and decides to flame me. but there has to be a post about "requiem for a dream" somewhere on this board, and i searched and didn't find one. i searched 3 times and did NOT find one, which for one, surprised me, and two, shocked me. so i decided upon "words" for the reason that this is a much more accepting forum than the others, i would say. especially the chat room. that place can be vicious.
this is a movie that i can say, even while feeling cheesy for uttering the words, has changed me. i just saw it last night and i didn't want to go to bed afterwards because i knew i would dream about it. and i did, but it wasn't as disturbing as the film (thank god). this is not intended as a film criticism, so if people (like my acting teacher) want to comment on the actual filmmaking, how the movie was nothing in comparison to the book, how the movie warped the original story, how the depiction of drugs was over the top, too much, a rare case picked out of a myriad of users, unfair, etc etc, then start your own topic. i want to talk about my reaction (and, obviously, if anyone else had a similar reaction). i'm not sure yet what to name the feeling that i got from it. it was so powerful, whether it was a "good" film or not is beside the point. there's just a certain something inside me that got tweaked over and over again by this film and i was moved so much that i sat in silence in the theatre with my three friends curled up in a ball shaking and whimpering until the credits ended. then we tried to avoid the topic on the way back to my friend's apartment and cheer each other up, but when we got back at 3am, we ended up sitting around a table and talking, intially about the movie, but stemming into our own problems. maybe the movie was a catalyst to make you reeavluate everything, it did a little bit of that for me. that's a good thing. it was a (pardon the metaphor) high voltage emotional shock. but still, even if i got over the initial shock, i just think of an image that my brain conveniently clipped and recorded for me and i get all wound up again. and that violin theme keeps on running through my head. i don't know what to think. i don't know how to think about anything else right now.
please share your reactions.
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"i'm no angel, but please don't think that i won't try and try" -dido
this is a movie that i can say, even while feeling cheesy for uttering the words, has changed me. i just saw it last night and i didn't want to go to bed afterwards because i knew i would dream about it. and i did, but it wasn't as disturbing as the film (thank god). this is not intended as a film criticism, so if people (like my acting teacher) want to comment on the actual filmmaking, how the movie was nothing in comparison to the book, how the movie warped the original story, how the depiction of drugs was over the top, too much, a rare case picked out of a myriad of users, unfair, etc etc, then start your own topic. i want to talk about my reaction (and, obviously, if anyone else had a similar reaction). i'm not sure yet what to name the feeling that i got from it. it was so powerful, whether it was a "good" film or not is beside the point. there's just a certain something inside me that got tweaked over and over again by this film and i was moved so much that i sat in silence in the theatre with my three friends curled up in a ball shaking and whimpering until the credits ended. then we tried to avoid the topic on the way back to my friend's apartment and cheer each other up, but when we got back at 3am, we ended up sitting around a table and talking, intially about the movie, but stemming into our own problems. maybe the movie was a catalyst to make you reeavluate everything, it did a little bit of that for me. that's a good thing. it was a (pardon the metaphor) high voltage emotional shock. but still, even if i got over the initial shock, i just think of an image that my brain conveniently clipped and recorded for me and i get all wound up again. and that violin theme keeps on running through my head. i don't know what to think. i don't know how to think about anything else right now.
please share your reactions.

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"i'm no angel, but please don't think that i won't try and try" -dido