You can tell Drugstore Cowboy was written by someone who has been through drug abuse and incarceration himself. This is the kind of film that has to be lived, not researched. It’s realistic, sure, and it gets at the interiority of a drug user with ease. But there is no judgment to be found here, no preachy criticism or misguided glorification of a hardened lifestyle. Bob (Matt Dillon) and his wife Dianne (Kelly Lynch) have created a nomadic, transient life that allows them to live on drugstore lootings one district at a time, while looking out for each other and the other couple they live with, Rick (James LeGros) and Nadine (Heather Graham). They chose this outlaw life, and because of the agency the film affords them, there is joy to be found despite their difficulties. It’s an authentic story, elevated by imaginative editing, a jazzy, heart-thumping score, and believable performances by a quartet of capable actors.
"No previous drug-themed film has the honesty or originality of Gus Van Sant's drama Drugstore Cowboy."
— Variety Staff
Portland, Oregon, 1971. Bob Hughes is the charismatic leader of a peculiar quartet, formed by his wife, Dianne, and another couple, Rick and Nadine, who skillfully steal from drugstores and hospital medicine cabinets in order to appease their insatiable need for drugs. But neither fun nor luck last forever.
In 1971 in Oregon, four young drug addicts chase their high by robbing pharmacies in the area, all while looking out for one another.
There’s something about Matt Dillon’s narration of the whole thing, with his cool, flat voice and straightforward musings, that give the film a poignant and hopeful feel to it. Some actors might have overdramatized the words or put on an inauthentic accent, might have sounded overly jaded or perked up. But Dillon struck the right tone, and I do believe the film might have been very different if he hadn’t.
I’m just so relieved it’s nothing like the similarly premised Requiem for a Dream.
Berlin
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