hedonist

Sold in a shiny glass bottle and advertised on TV, immortality has been commodified in the hedonist dystopia of “Divinity,” the startling new film from writer-director Eddie Alcazar.

“Let Mary run and be as hedonist as she pleases; let Tommy roll in the mud,” a Massachusetts observer wrote.

As a teenager, he was a “very successful hedonist,” he joked.

Self is a drunk and a hedonist, and an acid observer of life.

His burnt ends flatbread is a hedonist’s paradise, the smoky nuggets of beef accessorized with coleslaw, scallions, fried onions, melted cheddar, barbecue sauce and a gnawing sense of regret.