Sleep-inducing New York-shot wretchedness aims to be a serious look at the mental deterioration of a businessman but instead it shits its pants and decides to just go about its day without any thought to the poor souls it meets along the way. Bobby has a nice job and a saintly wife at home, but all that is about to change after he murders a mugger while defending himself. He gets a taste for violence and murdering homeless people becomes his favorite hobby. The addiction (Hey! That’s the name of the movie!) consumes him and his world falls to ruin. There’s a side story following Bobby’s junkie cousin (Joshua Nelson, who is shockingly fantastic at playing a heroin addict) and the violent drug dealers he owes a good amount of cash to. The heroin plot leads to Bobby’s complete unwinding and an unintentionally hilarious nod to the climatic stabbing in William Lustig’s superior Maniac. Think of a lower income American Psycho with none of the talent behind it and you’re kind of close... but only kind of. The only interesting part of the movie (the grim heroin subplot) isn’t even wrapped up, further annoying the shit out of me.
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