Television as a Saviour?

I watched Requiem for a Dream again last night. I doubt too many out there have seen it but I hope a lot of you have.

"Harry what's wrong? Why you talking like this? All I want is to fit in my red dress. The dress for your high school graduation. Your father loved the dress Harry. I'm going to wear that dress. I'll wear it on the television. You'll be proud of me Harry.'

"But ma, what's the big deal about being on television? Those pills'll kill ya before ya ever get on fa krists sake."

"Big deal? So who do you know that's been on television? Who? In the whole neighborhood who's been on the television. Who's even been asked? You know who Harry? You know who the only one who's been even asked. Sara Goldfarb. That's who. The only one in the whole neighborhood who's been even asked. You drove up in a cab; you see who had the sun seat? You notice your mother in the special spot getting the sun? You know who everybody talks to? You know who's somebody now? Who's no longer just a widow in a little apartment who lives all alone? I'm a somebody now Harry....What have I got Harry? Who should I even make the bed or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I'm alone. Seymours gone, you're gone, I have no one to take care of. Ada does the hair. Anybody. Everybody. What do I have? I'm lonely Harry. I'm old."

Addictions and desires can be dangerous things...