As I watched Cocaine Angel, I couldn't help but imagine Damian Lahey fantasizing about himself as the next up and coming hot young screenwriter. He may very well be a talented writer, however, this movie is certainly not an example of that. It's painfully obvious he has never lived the life he's trying to portray in this film. It attempts to follow in the footsteps of Barfly,Permanent Midnight,Requiem for A Dream ,Basketball Diaries, etc. All of which were great films written (or based on literature written) by people who lived the life they wrote about. This seems more like a film written by a guy whose watched a lot of drug behavior in movies and TV, and perhaps even snorted a few lines in his time. But, I promise he wasn't shooting coke in any gas station bathroom with a kid in the car. Write what you know. He attempts to shock me with an oral sex scene that takes place next to a toddler, but it doesn't work. I've already seen a dead baby crawling on the ceiling to techno music in a good scene from a good movie (Trainspotting). Nice try. That and 2 consecutive overly acted overdose deaths that happen within 5 minutes of each other fail to impress.
On that note, anyone who actually thinks this guy can act may need to make sure they haven't suffered any kind of recent head trauma. Him and the dreadlock guy, Mike ("My wife! I loved that bitch."), are pretty terrible. Actually, most everyone is quite awful. Really, if you think the acting is good you should probably go to the ER. If you want a gritty drug movie try some of the above mentioned films.
On that note, anyone who actually thinks this guy can act may need to make sure they haven't suffered any kind of recent head trauma. Him and the dreadlock guy, Mike ("My wife! I loved that bitch."), are pretty terrible. Actually, most everyone is quite awful. Really, if you think the acting is good you should probably go to the ER. If you want a gritty drug movie try some of the above mentioned films.