T2. Trainspotting 2 A badly edited self absorbed review.
Gash bits... this is not the Edinburgh I know. In the Edinburgh I know you are by far more likely to get assaulted or back stabbed by an art student than you are by a junkie or a hun, or is that just my experience. I'm guessing that at this late stage in the game spoilers don't matter but don't worry as the next sentence won't make any sense unless you have already seen it. As much as I laughed at the deid catholic scene I also winced. What with the recent Edinburgh Evening news report covering violence at the International Bar as if it were your standard evening bit of football violence you get round there. I'd have to say that that's where I go to hide normally and really everyone in there just let you have your drink in peace so you can just read the papers. I thought it highlighted the mood towards surviving non gentrified bars in the Tollcross area which really doesn't have much to do with Danny Boyles take on things since sickboy wants to turn his crappy dive into a brothel and he struggles to have many customers but it added to my irratation. I wanted the film to reflect something tangible about my own experiences in Edinburgh but it just failed to do that. MAybe its just because I never knew Edinburgh when I saw the first Trainspotting so it didn't bother me that it was misrepresented. Maybe I just live in a warped reality. Maybe its because I've never touched heroin. Who knows!Another annoyance was the part where Renton bangs on about how naff everyone is for using social media. Well that only just goes to show that these Hollywood types have totally lost the thread. Social media is what people do and here it slated by Hollywood folk who probably don't use it because they are to busy being consumed by their exciting lives that easily manage to avoid the mundane.
Plus side, I liked it when the white tranny got flung across Daltons. It reminded me of when thel ads did that to my Peugeot 205. The roof came off like a baked bean can and as I hadn't taken the battery out Bleach started blaring out of the stereo. I did notice that the boys in the office were actually trying to upset me but it didn't work because I ended up with some of the most storming pictures and words for my book.
Also, cheers Danny for making out a prostitute lives above Nardinis in Brunstsfeild. They offered Callum a job for 4 quid an hour!! Outrageous!! Hopefully nobody will want an ice cream there since you changed it into the Harvest Loon.
One other thing, did Creative Scotland know what you were going to do with the money they gave you? Is that why there's not any cash for the film house that could have got built at fountainbridge? Don't worry non-Hollywood types that might be reading this, these are rhetorical questions.
The film itself isn't bad but I wanted it to be a mash up of Robert Carlyle's Legend of Barney Thompson and Boyles Slumdog Millionaire and it wasn't even close to either of them in humour, realism or intensity.
Spud say's first comes an opportunity then a betrayal. I think ,in my case, the betrayal comes first.
Gash bits... this is not the Edinburgh I know. In the Edinburgh I know you are by far more likely to get assaulted or back stabbed by an art student than you are by a junkie or a hun, or is that just my experience. I'm guessing that at this late stage in the game spoilers don't matter but don't worry as the next sentence won't make any sense unless you have already seen it. As much as I laughed at the deid catholic scene I also winced. What with the recent Edinburgh Evening news report covering violence at the International Bar as if it were your standard evening bit of football violence you get round there. I'd have to say that that's where I go to hide normally and really everyone in there just let you have your drink in peace so you can just read the papers. I thought it highlighted the mood towards surviving non gentrified bars in the Tollcross area which really doesn't have much to do with Danny Boyles take on things since sickboy wants to turn his crappy dive into a brothel and he struggles to have many customers but it added to my irratation. I wanted the film to reflect something tangible about my own experiences in Edinburgh but it just failed to do that. MAybe its just because I never knew Edinburgh when I saw the first Trainspotting so it didn't bother me that it was misrepresented. Maybe I just live in a warped reality. Maybe its because I've never touched heroin. Who knows!Another annoyance was the part where Renton bangs on about how naff everyone is for using social media. Well that only just goes to show that these Hollywood types have totally lost the thread. Social media is what people do and here it slated by Hollywood folk who probably don't use it because they are to busy being consumed by their exciting lives that easily manage to avoid the mundane.
Plus side, I liked it when the white tranny got flung across Daltons. It reminded me of when thel ads did that to my Peugeot 205. The roof came off like a baked bean can and as I hadn't taken the battery out Bleach started blaring out of the stereo. I did notice that the boys in the office were actually trying to upset me but it didn't work because I ended up with some of the most storming pictures and words for my book.
Also, cheers Danny for making out a prostitute lives above Nardinis in Brunstsfeild. They offered Callum a job for 4 quid an hour!! Outrageous!! Hopefully nobody will want an ice cream there since you changed it into the Harvest Loon.
One other thing, did Creative Scotland know what you were going to do with the money they gave you? Is that why there's not any cash for the film house that could have got built at fountainbridge? Don't worry non-Hollywood types that might be reading this, these are rhetorical questions.
The film itself isn't bad but I wanted it to be a mash up of Robert Carlyle's Legend of Barney Thompson and Boyles Slumdog Millionaire and it wasn't even close to either of them in humour, realism or intensity.
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