Documentaries are very smartly done these days. They know how to really come up with a flashy name, they add a few famous people in the credits (although they happen to be just the narrator), they create tension in their story telling it as if it was a movie, and the result is that you spend an hour and a half listening to things you have heard a thousand times, but they do it in a way to make it sound like it's the most ground-breaking documentary ever.
In this documentary about drugs, pretty much all of the above is true. You don't really learn anything new but since the subject is interesting, and you're bored on a Sunday afternoon where your only option is to stay in because the weather is awful outside, then you watch it and try to convince yourself that you just watched a compulsory viewing documentary. But nothing could be further from the truth.
Time for a hit! Sorry, a nap!
In this documentary about drugs, pretty much all of the above is true. You don't really learn anything new but since the subject is interesting, and you're bored on a Sunday afternoon where your only option is to stay in because the weather is awful outside, then you watch it and try to convince yourself that you just watched a compulsory viewing documentary. But nothing could be further from the truth.
Time for a hit! Sorry, a nap!