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Movie Review: Go

GO is the best Christmas movie I’ve ever seen.

I’ve never done illegal drugs. I don’t know how that’s going to make me sound. Am I a square? Smart? Uptight? Almost everyone I’ve ever known about my age has done or even tried at least pot. In high school most of my friends smoked.

That whole “peer pressure” tactic to get kids to not do drugs isn’t right. Ya know those TV ads where “the square” is at a party and everyone laughs at him for saying no, but everyone ends up admiring him for his courage to stand up for his decision? Like in real life it wasn’t even an issue, no drama, no epic confrontations or decisions. Kids are either going to do it or they’re not. It just didn’t, and doesn’t, seem like an area I wanted to get into. But I used to drink all the time as a teenager.

And I’m not against drugs. The other day one of my online “buddies”, a teenage girl, told me she had gotten arrested over the weekend because she and her friends were smoking while driving. My reaction was just like, “stupid kid.” She even had to get hauled away in handcuffs. With any luck she learned some kind of lesson. I felt like a dork lecturing her that what she had done was bad. Smoke 50 reefers a day, I don’t care. Just stay home and do it. Teenagers + drugs + a car = mikE not wanting to get on the road. Thank God, I live in the city now and am trying to get rid of my Escort. Now all I have to worry about is stoned punks shooting at me.

I’ve even bought alcohol for underage kids. Probably not the smartest thing to do. I’m pretty liberal. What I feel somewhat guilty of is not that I bought beer for kids, but that I bought beer for stupid kids. Kelly would then tell me her dropping acid experiences and I would think, “Why did I risk legal action for this dope.” She was a nice kid, though. You feel sorry for the ones like that. She probably could have done something with her life, but I’ll bet she hasn’t. “That’s nice, Kelly,” was all I would say to her as the days dragged on at the video store we both worked at.

GO is a fractured story about several people, at least half teenagers, revolving mostly around a botched drug deal and culminating at a Christmas party rave. The coolest thing about the movie is its almost dead-on accurate representation of what it’s like to be dancing in a club. Most films never get it right. Either the music’s not loud enough, or there’s always plenty of space around the main characters on the floor, or the lights may be flashing, but everyone is clearly illuminated. In GO, however, the music was raging, you could practically smell the sweat on the dancers’ bodies and it was shot in a lucid, hypnotizing, hallucinogenic haze: exactly like it looks and feels when you’re groovin’ in a club.

At least I didn’t ask for sex in return from Kelly. Then, I would be an unredeemable scumbag. Now I can claim I live in a morally ambiguous universe. GO is about good, relatively anyway, people falling into bad situations. The set-ups are wholly Hollywood manufactured, characters making deals to save their ass from some pitiful fate.

Is there a point to the film? Drugs and sex both lead to no good, but there’s no moral to indicate that leading a chaste life is best. Everyone goes to Hell and back during the course of GO’s runtime and though they may have suffered tremendously, it works out pretty much okay for all of them in the end. I could hardly call GO a pro-drug movie. But neither is it anti-drug. Drugs are just another component of society and a motivator for people’s actions. Well, there is a message in that. It’s not going to slam you over the head like in REEFER MADNESS and it may not have even been intentional, but that says something.