You know when the refrigerator lunges at you, your diet is going badly. Ellen Burstyn might have come to that conclusion earlier in her speed-induced drug-hell, but she was distracted by the hallucinations from the TV, her son (Jared Leto) dropping by to beg, borrow and steal for his own habit, and the generally frantic pace set by director Aronofsky. He’s the auteur who first drilled into our heads in the frantic math movie Pi. This messy drug flick is the nasty id to that film’s brainy superego, ending in an orgy of destruction that still might not make the final cut for the cineplex.