Thanks to films like Drugstore Cowboy, Trainspotting and Requiem For A Dream , we have a pretty good idea of the general trajectory of drug addiction. One minute, you’re flying higher than a kite on a heady cocktail of illicit pharmaceuticals; the next, you’re up to your eyes in dead bodies, HIV and gangrenous limbs. Though the eponymous heroine of Neil Armsfield’s Aussie drama never descends as far as Jennifer Connolly did in Requiem For A Dream – namely, being violated by a double-cocked dildo in front of a room full of baying perverts – her decline is no less tragic or degrading. Unfortunately, it’s also rather predictable, which initially makes you wonder how much Candy really has to add to this already well-tapped genre.
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