The year is 1945 and a future world-famous actor is honing his craft in a tiny sixth-story apartment in the South Bronx, where he lives with his grandparents and single mother. He is reenacting a scene from The Lost Weekend, a movie he recently saw with his mom. It’s the scene where the main character, a self-destructive alcoholic, is ransacking his apartment for the liquor he had hidden away when he was drunk but can’t remember where he hid it.
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