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<font size="2"><p>Movie Review
<font size="4"><br>Requiem for a Dream</font>
<br>by David Ng</font>
<P><font size="6" color="#FF0000"><b>T</b></font>he titular dream in Darren Aronofsky’s <i>Requiem for a Dream</i> is the American one, the perversion of which sends four modern day Brooklynites, each addicted to drugs, on an agonizing descent to ever-lasting damnation. At times its hard to tell which is more addictive, the dream or the drug, and as Aronofsky has stated, the American dream is the ultimate drug. It doesn’t take long for these four deluded characters to start confusing the two. And eventually their dreams are replaced by the drug addiction, which seizes their ravaged, corpse-like bodies like some mutating virus. To watch them deteriorate before our eyes is repulsive and fascinating. Like figures in an El Greco painting, their grotesque forms approach something close to sainthood.
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