For some reason, had the inkling to watch this. I wouldn't watch it again, but I didn't hate it. A bunch of contemptible people, far too young to be that messed up, Robert Downey, Jr. is good, though pathetic, and the only other good thing I can say about it is that the Bangles' version of Hazy Shade of Winter is one of my favorite covers. The whole time I was watching it, I kept thinking about someone I used to know, it made me a little sad, but also want to distance myself even more. How does one fall so far down the rabbit hole? Did his family fail him? What else could they have done? I'm admittedly a fan of the "Hollywood" ending, I want to escape reality, we are bombarded daily with "news" of unhappy endings. Still, I didn't hate it, wouldn't see it again, but it didn't make me want to scrub out my soul like "Leaving Las Vegas" did, which for the record is probably my least favorite movie of all time. Such a sordid world, and such a waste. I suppose it could be shown as anti-drug propoganda, all the people standing listless and numb in the clubs. The glittery, sterile world of the wealthy in LA in the 80's. Ugh.
At any rate, got next to no reading done over the weekend. Just read a chapter on the bus this morning where a man who has dug himself so far into debt with the userers Ralph Nickleby and Arthur Gride, that they have descended upon him in an effort to have him "sell" off his daughter to the aged Gride. So far he hasn't taken the bait, but I imagine he will in his selfish weak-mindedness. The daughter would be Madeline Bray, the woman that Nicholas imagines himself to be in love with from sight alone. The ulterior motive for Gride, would be that the elder Bray is close to death and Madeline stands to inherit some property.
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