A excruciatingly depressing look at what happens when artistry competes with addiction. If Shane once was talented, it's difficult to even recognize the artist that once is said to have existed in this rotting shell of a man. As hard as I try to empathize with Shane, the concept seems to have been developed through a drug haze or drunken stupor. If Depp or MacGowan are any indication, it's clear that money and fame don't buy happiness or health.
