Thanks, former addict. And now, a comment from a current addict on this film.
This is an amazing film, really ahead of its time. Sinatra captures the utter hopelessness, the slave-mentality, the junkie's determination, all very well. Former junkie's point is correct, there is really no way though, Frankie would have left the pusher's apartment to go to the rehearsal if he was all junk sick, I can almost guarantee that in real life if you had just knocked out the dealer in his own place, you would not leave until you copped his stash AND his roll. Of course, in the film the pusher essentially blew his roll at the game, I would imagine....Still, the dope was around there SOMEWHERE. The audition scene was painful, personally, because I am a musician as well and I have been in the same situation a few times. The dope really does ruin it all, though I do agree with former junkie, that certain scenes Frankie was a big "over the top". The junk sickness was all wrong, of course, but that was par for the course I would assume in 1955. The sickness starts when you get hot/cold flashes, chills, hot skin, stomach pain, sweats/fever, running to the bathroom every few minutes, sore bones/limbs, runny nose, etc. Frankie at his worst in the film seemed to be able to get around okay, which of course is not realistic, unless of course you are on your way to cop. Then you find a way to get around.
Still, all that is nit-picking. I have seen most of the heroin addict films I think, and for one of the oldest this one holds up incredibly well over time. I happened to catch "Sugar" a month ago right after Heath Ledger's untimely death and that it a good example of a modern addict film that does it pretty well without glamourizing it too much (a la Pulp Fiction)..."Basketball Diaries" of course is very accurate too. But you have to understand in the junkie subculture there are different kinds of junkies, different habits, there are shooters, ones who just snort (like me, I'm deathly afraid of banging H and have seen the needle and the damage done in others), there are the real grimey street junky squatter types, then there are the functioning, mostly well-kempt secret junkies. I am working on a script treatment now that deals with an addict who is able to function and even excel for the most part (somewhat like "Permanent Midnight") but obviously there are reasons for him to give it up. I think it will raise some interesting questions to people, as it is a bit different from the typical rise-and-fall junky story cycle. William Burroughs is a good example of the functioning junkie who lived an exceptionally long, fruitful and productive, legendary life completely doped out every day.
Anyway I am off track...it happens sometimes. So yeah, this film is definitely a must-see if you are into old noiresque films dealing with taboo (at the time) subjects in a real and meaningful way. I don't know that it will really educate anyone since it is loaded with misinformation re: the dope addict's routines, MO, social skills, sickness, etc, but it is definitely an entertaining, solid story arc with plenty of memorable scenes, lines and characters, more than enough to save it from being just another '50s exploitation film (a la Reefer Madness, Cocaine Fiends, etc). Sinatra, may I just say, really had me going at certain points, where it seemed like he knew the part a little TOO well....but then at other times he sort of seemed like Charlton Heston, which is to say incredibly phoney.
As far as my own habit, well....bah. I have quit a few times and I just get disgusted with myself, bored, apathetic, and dull. The pusherman is also kind of a running buddy, an older guy, and we get along very well, of course as long as the dope is there. I can't say that he's never called me to tempt me with some of the good candy if it's around, but it isn't like the pusher in this film. Frankie's pusher is definitely the '50s stereotype of that slimy pimping dope dealer, with the whole "first taste is free" jazz. My pushers have always been these older black guys who are junkies themselves, so they more or less put me on so they can get a taste themselves. I've never even known any dope pushers who weren't addicts themselves, I think if I did I would be very wary of them because of that whole routine. They say you can never trust a junkie, but I say you can never trust a junk dealer who doesn't use himself. You know he is really just a vampire blood sucker, whereas the junkie-pusher is at least on the same playing field as you. You still want to be very careful though, because the junkie-pusher will also *beep* you over in a different way. If you give him the dough up front so he can go cop you may get beat, since he is a junkie who will almost always give in to the temptation of being alone with "all that dope." Either way you are basically *beep* though. As you can tell my mind is all over the place, and I really don't recommend that anybody else follow my lead, as it was a pretty stupid career move in retrospect. I'm still pretty young though (late 20s) and I am hoping to clean my act up at some point in the near future, "choose life" and so on...
Hope all this blathering was welcome, sorry it is so long.
Must go take my medicine!
Sayonara
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