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This film had the amazing power to affect me far greater (or worse) than any other film I have ever seen. The outright nausea each character experiences through the course of their descents into self-degradation are accurately portrayed, hauntingly realistic and yet more surreal than the wildest, darkest dreams.

Requiem is a disturbing commentary on the lies that human beings tell themselves over and over until the wires all burn out and there is nowhere else to go except to the place one fears the most, which in this case would be the realization of free will, choice, and consequences.

This is the story of a few slightly interesting people that sink like rocks to the bottom of the apocalyptic stew. If you are looking for something enlightening or meaningful, you won't find it here. On the other hand, if you need to experience such deep places in pain and torment, addiction and insanity, you couldn't get any better than Requiem for a Dream.

Being a casual obsessive in regard to giant monster movies, I caught this on Sho Extreme one lonely night while the wife was out shopping for a christmas tree.

Not to bore you with the details, but here is a fine example of movie-making gone awry. Giant, black big birds attacking Tokyo might be fun after a few drinks (with friends who understand your obsession), but if you're in the mood for something which is not of the lowest-common-denominator variety, I suggest you pick up something else. This is worse than the King Kong vs. Godzilla movie, folks. But it is safe for the kiddies.

Gappa is a concept only some fat-cat, anti-artistic producer could have devised. Ka-ching went the box office register when this movie came out, but it offers no creative merit whatsoever. Imagine what YOU could have done with half of the budget. Doesn't it irritate you?

It's a BADDD movie. Plus it's in MONO, and the dubbing is terrible. Watch at your own risk, and have a heckling party with this one.

Yes, I was entertained by this film, and I almost cried when 'scotty' told his story about the suicidal fan. But aside from that, this film is a rather nauseating and very real portrayal, shining a certain light upon the obsessed and deranged attentions of the fandom fringe.

Trekkies is more of an anthropological study on the impact of television than anything else, which is the main reason it disturbs me. I admit to being a 60's Telefantasy enthusiast, but I would never dream of sporting a Bentley and changing my name to Steed. What seems to be lacking in the average celebrity fan is a sense of individual importance, and this film shows the results of that particular mental deficiency in the form of copier clerks who insist you call them captain, dentists who urge their assistants to don Starfleet uniforms, and dozens of other examples I have all but forgotten at this point.

It is a good, sinister poke and may cause a few bouts of laughter, but Trekkies is not a treasure-trove of importance. The fact that it was released to theaters should tell you something about its true intentions.