4.5; An unflinchingly realistic, grimly prescient, morbidly thrilling depiction on the deception and degradation alcoholism leads to; NYC stripped of glamour: photograph 3rd Avenue in the grey morning sunlight with a concealed camera to prevent self-consciousness of the crowds
You’re television incarnate, Diana. Indifferent to suffering, insensitive to joy. All of life is reduced to the common rubble of banality. War, murder, death... all the same to you as bottles of beer. And the daily business of life is a corrupt comedy. You even shatter the sensations of time and space... into split seconds and instant replays.