I saw Most High at an LA screening, dreading what looked like a vanity project (written by, starring, directed by Marty Sader, co-written and starring his wife Laura Keys etc.) with a tired subject. Requiem For a Dream anyone? Instead I was overwhelmed by one of the most remarkable debuts I have ever witnessed. The film has an uncanny ability to connect to the heart, stun you and surprise you in its no-holds barred detail of a good soul spinning downward, addicted to doing good and then thrown into a hell of crystal meth addiction. What sets this apart from the rest of the drug genre is its refusal to editorialize and encourage weepy sympathy. Sader actually goes from 230 pounds down to something like 95 pounds over the two year shooting schedule, and the results are nothing short of harrowing.