ProstheticConscience
Check dein Limit
T2: Trainspotting 2
with various Scottish and English people
by Danny Boyle (who is incapable of making a bad movie)
Choose life. Choose a career. Choose a big ****ing television. Choose to revisit the characters from Trainspotting twenty years later. Choose midlife malaise. Choose to realize you didn't know **** when you were a kid. Choose to come back home two decades after you ****ed over your three best friends in the world on a dodgy heroin deal because you've got nobody else. Choose to walk into your childhood bedroom that's still covered in train wallpaper after the first time you've seen your dad in two decades and you weren't there for your mother's funeral. Choose to see the two best friends you ever had and deal with all the resentment you left behind after you ****ed them over, and choose to **** your pants in terror as the one guy you're most scared of in the entire world breaks out of the prison you put him in and hears you're back in town.
I loved the **** out of this movie. Maybe it's because I'm roughly the same age as Mark, Spud (Daniel? Really?) and Simon (he's going by Sick Boy anymore) and maybe it's because Danny Boyle doesn't go in for the usual tropes of trying to get us all caught up, but...wow. That's how life really does work. Suddenly, boom. It's twenty years later. This one chick you met at a club one night and ****ed spontaneously on a couch in her parents' place? She's a lawyer now. Your greatest childhood friend? He's a dealer, bartender, pot grower, blackmailer...none of which pay much. Your childhood dreams? Well, they were just dreams. Life went and did its thing and here you are. My one big problem with the movie was how nobody seemed to care that Begbie broke out of prison. Like...nobody. Shouldn't there at least be a cop car on patrol near his apartment?
Choose life. Choose to coast through school on your intelligence rather than hard work. Choose to ignore social ties, join a band, and then join a gang. Choose drug addiction, alcoholism, petty crime and stupidity. Choose to live in Vancouver in the 90's and hope it could be lumped in with the Seattle grunge sound that shook the music business. Choose to stumble out of Club Soda on Richards street one night after watching Nickleback open up for Noize Therapy, and choose to stare blankly at the wall for an hour after listening to a message on the answering machine telling you how your best friend died of a heroin overdose that night. Choose to wake up in an apartment in Burnaby twenty years later and realize that life just keeps on going with or without you.
Great movie.
with various Scottish and English people
by Danny Boyle (who is incapable of making a bad movie)
Choose life. Choose a career. Choose a big ****ing television. Choose to revisit the characters from Trainspotting twenty years later. Choose midlife malaise. Choose to realize you didn't know **** when you were a kid. Choose to come back home two decades after you ****ed over your three best friends in the world on a dodgy heroin deal because you've got nobody else. Choose to walk into your childhood bedroom that's still covered in train wallpaper after the first time you've seen your dad in two decades and you weren't there for your mother's funeral. Choose to see the two best friends you ever had and deal with all the resentment you left behind after you ****ed them over, and choose to **** your pants in terror as the one guy you're most scared of in the entire world breaks out of the prison you put him in and hears you're back in town.
I loved the **** out of this movie. Maybe it's because I'm roughly the same age as Mark, Spud (Daniel? Really?) and Simon (he's going by Sick Boy anymore) and maybe it's because Danny Boyle doesn't go in for the usual tropes of trying to get us all caught up, but...wow. That's how life really does work. Suddenly, boom. It's twenty years later. This one chick you met at a club one night and ****ed spontaneously on a couch in her parents' place? She's a lawyer now. Your greatest childhood friend? He's a dealer, bartender, pot grower, blackmailer...none of which pay much. Your childhood dreams? Well, they were just dreams. Life went and did its thing and here you are. My one big problem with the movie was how nobody seemed to care that Begbie broke out of prison. Like...nobody. Shouldn't there at least be a cop car on patrol near his apartment?
Choose life. Choose to coast through school on your intelligence rather than hard work. Choose to ignore social ties, join a band, and then join a gang. Choose drug addiction, alcoholism, petty crime and stupidity. Choose to live in Vancouver in the 90's and hope it could be lumped in with the Seattle grunge sound that shook the music business. Choose to stumble out of Club Soda on Richards street one night after watching Nickleback open up for Noize Therapy, and choose to stare blankly at the wall for an hour after listening to a message on the answering machine telling you how your best friend died of a heroin overdose that night. Choose to wake up in an apartment in Burnaby twenty years later and realize that life just keeps on going with or without you.
Great movie.