It's been a while since I've seen the movie, but I guess I remember the issue(s) with NZT differently. It seemed implied, if not out-right said, that NZT had the best chance of success if the person was already inherently smart.
As I recall, the line was simply that it works better if you're smart to begin with. The loan shark/mobster was certainly able to benefit from it as well, as did the come-from-nowhere billionaire that the hitman worked for, Lindy in the Central Park sequence, and the business guys in the TV-show pilot. It works on everyone, but if you had higher intelligence to start with, you get commensurately more of an edge.
We're told Eddie is inherently brilliant but just doesn't apply himself and NZT broke down his inner barriers and allowed him to operate at his peak capacity. It was *that* reason that I thought he was able to more safely use NZT and, presumably, get off of it.
He was able to survive it because Anna Friel's character, his ex-wife, told him how: to reduce his dose and wean himself off it gradually. Remember, before that happened, he was suffering serious side effects like memory loss and fugue states -- and possibly even committed murder while in a fugue state. So he definitely wasn't immune to its harmful effects; he just got lucky because he was told how to survive them before it was too late for him.
At the end of the movie, he claimed to Robert DeNiro that he'd successfully weaned himself off the drug but had had his brain permanently rewired by it -- although the series has now revealed that to be a lie, establishing that he still uses NZT but developed the counteragent injections to neutralize its harmful effects.
And while Eddie's character is sort of despicable in some regards it's odd to criticize a movie because of that. Not all movie protagonists have to be "good" guys or "in it" for other people.
Of course they don't
have to, but that doesn't mean I'm personally going to enjoy watching stories about them. I'm not so egocentric as to mistake my personal tastes for objective standards of quality. If you enjoyed the movie, great, you're perfectly entitled to. But I hated it, and I hated Eddie.
And, I dunno, is looting a dead guy's apartment really *that* bad a thing to do? First of all, Eddie had already made it pretty clear -via internal monologue- that he didn't even really care for his ex-brother-in-law, and secondly when he loots the apartment the guy is dead so it's not like he needs the stuff.
The guy's bloody corpse was still lying right there on the couch. He was essentially
family, for gods' sake. Personal liking has nothing to do with it -- it's still an incredibly crass and sleazy thing to do. Morals are not something you apply only to the people you personally like. That's not how it works.
And I'm sure it's just as illegal to steal someone's property if they're dead as it is when they're alive -- especially when it's
while their corpse is still in the damn room. Not to mention that it was illegally obtained property to begin with -- an illegal drug and the money obtained from its illegal sale. If you steal a dead criminal's profits from his crimes and use that dirty money for your own gain, that is a crime. Not to mention that it was tampering with a crime scene, and surely obstruction as well, since he stole evidence that would've been vital to the police's investigation of the murder. Eddie committed all sorts of crimes when he stole Vern's stash.
And sometimes junkie behavior is irrational.
He wasn't a junkie yet. He'd had
one pill at that point.
I dunno, I like the movie and I think a good part of it is that I like Bradley Cooper.
I've never found him all that exceptional. He's okay, I've got nothing against him, but I can take him or leave him.
I think some of the visuals of the movie are good (how the picture is more vibrant when the character is on the drug)
Oh, sure, it's visually and stylistically striking, though like too many films today, it's more preoccupied with showing off its stylistic flair than telling a cohesive story. I found some of its stylistic experiments kind of self-conscious. It was trying too hard.
The drug also did more than make a person smart, it seemed to break-down any blockades a person has within them. Christopher you're a writer so certainly you've suffered from writer's block at times and you know how frustrating it can be to be utterly stuck and not know how to go forward. This sort of relates to why Eddie suddenly cleaned his apartment and was able to finish his book, the drug broke down those "blocks" and probably acted as an instant anti-depressant and allowed to him to get off his ass and do things he needed to do.
I don't think the comparison is apt. I'm not convinced that pre-drug Eddie was actually a writer. There are tons of people who go around talking about having this great novel in them but who never actually sit down and do the work. They aren't writers. They hugely outnumber actual writers. The writers are that minority of people who actually sit down and grind it out and complete a finished project rather than just talking about it. Sure, writer's block is part of the process, but if you've never actually managed to get something written and published, then you're not a writer, just a wannabe. It was unclear to me whether Eddie had any actual prior publications. He'd somehow gotten a book contract, but there was no indication that he'd been published before, and he acted like one of those people who are all bluster. Which earns my contempt, not my identification. If the film's intent was to show him as an actual writer suffering from a block, then it did so in an unconvincing way.