One thing I love about drug addicts is that they always make me feel better about my life. That’s about the only thing I like about them, though. I don’t have much pity for them and have even less patience for their antics. It’s a weak existence, and that is proven by this wonderful, short documentary titled “Foo-Foo Dust.”
Directors Gina Levy and Eric Johnson turn their cameras on Stephanie and Tony, a mother and son junkie combo. She likes crack; he’s way into heroin. Together they live from eviction to eviction, trick to trick, overdose to overdose, and we get to see it all in glorious color. Along the way, we learn a bit about this family, but it’s nothing you’d want to put on a Christmas card.
Stephanie is a college grad who does a lot of “caregiving” for sick people (she seems immune to the irony, though), while Tony once had a fiance and a baby on the way. Those good ol’ days are over, though, and now they spend their time doing drugs in a filthy hotel room in that San Francisco cancer known as the Tenderloin District. Of course they fight with each other and claim they need rehab, but they never really do anything to straighten out their lives. Maybe they know an impossible battle when they see it, or maybe the brutality of their world has finally hit home.
This documentary depicts the life of an addict quite competently. (I once lived with one, so I know.) Some people may watch this and feel compassion for these two, and they may even shed a tear. I just look at them as an example of how not to live a life. They are wreckage, and it’s my guess that anyone associating themselves with them will soon find themselves burning among the debris. Such is the way of the junkie, foo-foo dust and all. If anything, maybe grammar school kids should see this and learn the reality of drug addiction. I guarantee it will work better than any D.A.R.E. program.