Stephen Brennan

Oxy-Morons (2010) dives headfirst into the gritty underbelly of Boston’s drug scene—yeah, it’s not exactly a walk in the park. The movie follows a guy named Billy, who’s really just trying to survive but keeps getting sucked deeper into the whole prescription drug racket. He’s got this rough past, a messed-up family life, and a knack for making the worst possible decisions at every turn. It’s not like the world’s giving him any breaks either—there’s violence, betrayal, and honestly, you start to wonder if anyone in this city has a conscience. Stephen Brennan pops up in this madness, tangled in the chaos. He isn’t the main guy, but his presence sorta lingers, adding another layer to the whole mess. You can almost smell the desperation and bad choices hanging in the air. The script doesn’t sugarcoat anything—addiction, dirty deals, people getting hurt. There’s a rawness that hits hard, and it doesn’t let up. Every scene feels like it’s teetering on the edge of disaster, which, let’s be real, is probably not far off from the truth for a lot of people caught up in this life. There are no heroes here—just flawed folks scrambling for a way out, or maybe just a way to feel something. The film takes you through the highs (if you can call them that) and plenty of lows, with a pace that keeps you on edge. At the end, you’re left with this uneasy feeling, like you just watched something real and a little too close for comfort.