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.
One of the best films from the 90s and arguably Danny Boyle's most inspired work. Trainspotting is a rare movie that keeps you on edge of your seat from the opening frame to the last. Kinetic, energetic, riveting, and never-ever boring, Boyle constantly keeps things moving - literally - the camera is always moving - a perfect marriage of form matching content. For a film that is over 20 years old, it still holds up.
"Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [narrating] Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends (...)"
I love this film! I love how, despite its subject matter, it can be so energetically entertaining and sharply humorous. I love how full and empathetic a portrait it paints of its protagonists, without ever downplaying the hazards of their lifestyle. I love how effectively it shows that the "moral" society can be just as ugly as the sides it vilifies. I just find it satisfying on so many personal levels.
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.