“I’m 22 years old, and I must have killed 30 people. The same thing that you were given badges for over in Iraq would have you considered a serial killer over here, and that’s a very weird thought to have running around in your head, late at night.”

A 911 call from a Subway sandwich shop, where a young man has just shot himself in the head in the bathroom. A guy who explains that he had himself committed because of an almost uncontrollable urge to kill happy people. A young woman who’s in tears because she has to help her depressed soldier-husband out of bed each morning. The stories in Beer Is Cheaper Than Therapy paint a dreadful picture of veterans of war in psychological distress, something there is little room for in the macho culture of the army.¬†Without being anti patriotic, this film looks honestly at the sometimes difficult side of being deployed.