Masterfully directed single perspective, and with seriously impressive prose to keep you floating along through a man's entire life. We're privy to all his regrettable errors, but never to the ones he himself doesn't realize (in time). Serong works real magic here. We're drowning in substances and past menmories and truly blinded by the nostalgic myopia an addict swaddles himself with. Gorgeous, really devastating work. It has this horrific yet subdued intensity that had me pausing at times to silently plead for an outcome realized, too late, wasn't coming. Fuck, this is good.