Drugs cause fear. Fear overcomes the mind. The mind goes to shit. The music screams. Body's move. Betrayal ensues. A visual spectacle. A mindless hell hole. A cry for help. Noé is an amazement. Climax is a masterpiece. Is this what Death is? Neon screaming and eventual blackout? I wonder.
Where to even begin. Todd Solondz's Happiness is infamously far from being a happy watch: it's a disturbing, unflinching, uncomfortable look into the dark side of suburban American life. Each of the characters in the film are all people you both hate, yet you sympathies with them at the same time: Allen is a man who pleasures himself to random women over the phone, Bill is an all American man with a wife and son, all the while attempting to…
Say what you will, but Igor is the only 'good' person in this. Everyone else is either between the neutral territory or just plain bad. But Igor represents the kind of Innocence that appears in this story of exploitation and the highs/lows of love. Even someone like Ani isn't a completely innocent person in the story: she's an addictive, morally questionable woman who thinks she can get everything without bringing fuck all to the table. Meanwhile someone like Toros is…
