i watched Adam & Paul, a very dark comedy about the day in the life of 2 Irish heroin addicts.
very interesting. actually, i loved it. its one of those films where you can't decide whether or not you enjoyed it until after you've watched it. it isn't on very long; just under 90 minutes, but a lot of surreal things happen in that time that force you to laugh.
one scene that's stuck with me all bloody day, is a scene with a kid who had Down syndrome. the 2 junkies, who seem to be 'lovable rogues' at this point for being so unlucky and hapless, lead the aforementioned kid who's waiting for a bus into an alley looking for drug money. the person who plays the kid is brilliant and tells them repeatedly he has no money for them. they take his school bag and root through, throwing out books and pictures in the process. despite all this the kid offers what small money he has which is the bus fare home. one of the junkies knocks it out of his hand and walks off grumbling. the other one feels guilty but follows his friend anyway. the kid is then left standing in the alley, tears in his eyes. no physical harm is made, but fucking christ after that i hated the junkies. shows what the drugs were doing to them. i don't know why that's stuck with me but i felt so sorry for the kid.
sorry. i think i've explained half the film, there.
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