Atrocious

Rating: 1/10 (27 November 2019)

It takes a lot for me to walk away from a film before the credits roll. Usually I linger around 'til the end comes around to launch a scathing and acrimonious assessment of whatever piece of garbage I happen to bear witness to. Requiem for a Dream wasn't even worth that.
As is, I have my bones with Darren Aronofsky as an institution. A glorified plagiarist with virtually nothing to say and a name that seems borrowed from a local dentist, so I have certain (negative) predispositions but even then I'd reckon I'm mature enough to give credit where credit is due. Alas, there's sweet bugger all by way of that.
Firstly, what genre is this film? Confine it to a single box and it doesn't fit the mould and that's through no act of self-awareness but rather a generous helping of amateurish directing.
How about Jared Leto, ladies and gentlemen? Flat and lifeless. Straining to sound like a New Yorker so he conveniently forgot to actually embody the role of a drug-addled pusher aspirant. It doesn't help that the character is written in one-dimensional fashion and is, like every other character in this flick, totally unlikable.
And lastly, what is this film trying to say? It just meanders (or rather aggressively juts) between one 'point' and the next without addressing anything. I spent a full hour trying to draw something away from the film that was insightful and meaningful (like how I did with Trainspotting) and realised that only an ungodly act of contrivance could do that for me.
You're better off not watching this. You'll gain nothing, enjoy nothing and feel nothing.