With an unforgettable soundtrack, Irvine Welsh’s cult 1993 novel of the same name comes to life in this colorful portrait of a group of junkies in the 1980s in Edinburgh, as one of the them, Mark Renton, struggles to get clean and get out of Scotland.
It took off like a rocket: from the opening bang of Iggy Pop and Ewan McGregor’s monologue, it was like a door was kicked in. Funny, terrifying, spasming with a musical energy that never subsides, this stylized plunge through drug culture is a signal 90s hit, launching both McGregor and Danny Boyle.
20 years on and “Trainspotting” still kicks like a mule. My viewpoint is anything but objective since “Trainspotting” was such an important film in my late teen years. But even so: it’s got a gallery of memorable losers, witty dialogue, the music, fucking-a cinematic storytelling and an attitude that makes many other movies look wimpy.
This film is a drug induced, dreamscape, wild ride that keeps you at the end of your seat. It remains an absolute hoot, that provides an ever fresh perspective on a world that you will question whether you want to see or not. Each twist and turn gives a kick that maintains the energy. It is frantic but somehow manages to stay in control for the duration of the run time. A definite worthwhile watch.
A comical, horrific adaptation of Irvine Welsh's novel of the same name, a commentary of the Scottish drug scene in the mid 90's. The film shows both sides to Drugs, it shows that they can be enjoyable and fun, but it also demonstrates that lives capitulate, people overdose and lives go day to day just trying to get high. A film that combines fine acting with great soundtrack, to produce Danny Boyle's best work.
I still love this film. It's stylish, but that's not all. Boyle's fluid direction in telling a tragic/comic story that threads out so smoothly contains well acted dark elements The baby's death, obviously, but there were other moments of despair - Spud's mum being ostracized when he's sent down - throughout. And, some of the funniest dialogue I've ever heard in a film - sharp Scottish wit, very well acted
Re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re--re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re--re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re....I learned feelings in "Trainspotting" which maybe someone learned in Yasujiro Ozu's works; heartbreakingly complicated & sighingly dolorous feelings. This is no joke.
2017. Dubious nostalgia. But seeing it again in a theatre (not the same theatre where I last saw it, back when it came out - but in the same city), made me warm in my prurient little easily-deceived heart. Not proud-making, that. This is a snotty movie based on a snotty book. It is essentially a music video and a fashion spread and a marketing campaign (for itself) both castigating and celebrating drug subculture.