I cried when I watched this movie. Fortunately, he looked alone and could not be ashamed of tears. And if only one watched, he still would not have kept them. It seems to have been lived for 35 years, and in life itself you can see a lot, but he cried ... Maybe that's why he cried, that everything is so similar to real life, in which so often a barely distinguishable and at the same time recognizable melody sounds - a requiem by dream.
How scary ... no, not to dream, but to become a prisoner of the dream. To be her slave. Why does this happen? Life turns out to be empty, there is no meaning in it, it flows away, like sand through fingers, into some incomprehensible 'nowhere'. But it has not yet been lived. And like a mirage in the desert, a dream appears. And you follow her like children follow a rat catcher's pipe. And the pipe is already playing ... a requiem ... for you and for what so captivated you.
Is it necessary drugs? Not at all. Anything that is not worth you, but what you give yourself to the end ...
I don't even want to say anything more. The film hit my heart. It hurts. But this is good, so it is still alive. And the dream - empty and stupid - did not possess him.