Review – The Lost Weekend

The scene toward the end where Ray Milland gets the DTs really freaked me out the first time I saw this (of course I was something like ten at the time). Watching it again as an adult, the whole thing sort of strikes me as an overworked version of an anti-marijuana cautionary tale, only booze rather than dope plays the villain here. Certainly it was well-regarded when it first came out, but in retrospect it seems more than a little melodramatic. Still, some of the camerawork and editing are great, and the actors do a fine job with the script they have to work with. As a preachy paean on the evils of demon rum (or rye, which seems to be the drink of choice), I guess I’ve seen worse. Mildly amusing