Too much melodrama. Like Bukowski, Jim Carroll thinks the only way to be a good poet is to live in the dregs. And he's the type of guy who brags about how hard his life is and how many of his friends didn't make it. And I can't get on board with that.
DiCaprio is brilliant in an otherwise melodramatic overwrought after-school special. Time has not been kind to this. It's much cheesier and overly dramatic than I remember. The cast does what they can with the weak script. Requiem for a Dream this is not. Still, this is a must see for DiCaprio fans.
“You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies... so we can dance.”