I know this feeling well. I once watched requiem for a dream in a literal crackhouse lol 😂 it hit twice as hard.
I watched Requiem for a Dream at Jordan's place too. Not a crackhouse but a messed-up trailer with a lot of pot. Hit hard.
I had a lot of friends like Jordan. Spent a lot of time in the kind of environments you’re describing. It was sad because you could tell by observing home environments like those that your friends didn’t really have a chance. Their unconscious conditioning had too much gravity and it would be too hard to escape it. I don’t know anyone who did.
i am still scared from that film.
I sat on the edge of the bed just staring at the credits contemplating how fucked up life is.
My friends and I were debating who of the main characters got it the worst in the end. And we were all kind of picking characters closest to ourselves. The ones we could relate with the easiest. Felt terrible.
All the aeroplane disaster movies I have seen were watched on a flight 😊✈️😬