#27

that was quite emotional for some reason

actual film still stands a good chance of being shit though

#28

cannot abide danny boyle anymore

#29

cant imagine this being a good film or in any way interesting. dont understand why theres so much hype for it. like yeah, trainspotting is really good, but this is going to be terrible, surely?

#30

Mildly interesting:

#31

Trainspotting 2: The Spuddening

#32

      

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#33

Looks really well shot but the whole thing could go either way. The choose Facebook/Instagram/Twitter stuff could be unbearably cringeworthy. If it makes a big deal out of that stuff it will feel about 5 years too late.

Not a huge fan of the first one but I’ll watch this out of curiosity and the hope it carries over some of the more surreal elements. Looking back through Danny Boyle’s stuff, the last thing I really like was Sunshine and that’s almost a decade old at this point.

#34

No offence, but anyone who’s been a jakey for 20 years looks a bit worse than that.

Your overlooked masterpieces with too few likes
#35

None taken.

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#36

Soundtrack details:

#37

No way this film isnt going to be awful

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#38

Was just looking up when this comes out. Turned out it’s when I’ll be in Austria for work, but also turns out there’s a cinema in Vienna that has it in English, and is showing it at a time when I’m in Vienna.

They dub everything into German otherwise, and I hate watching dubbed films.

#39
#40

Choose life.
Choose a sequel.
Choose Danny Boyle.
Choose swearing.
Choose a fucking big budget.
Choose a celebration of male venality.
Choose a flagrant cash grab.
Choose fan service.
Choose soiling a perfectly decent legacy.
Choose misappropriating an iconic property.
Choose brand extensions, sweet marketing opportunities and robust demographic feedback.
Choose sickly nostalgia porn.
Choose affected melancholy and tiresome self-awareness.
Choose soft-focus 8mm inserts.
Choose cosmetic jump-cuts and unnecessary freeze-frames.
Choose an unmemorable pop soundtrack that feels like it was culled from a drivetime radio playlist.
Choose a Prodigy remix of ‘Lust for Life’.
Choose the crushing realisation of creeping depression.
Choose archaic buzzwords and social media namechecks.
Choose awkward cameos by actors who look like they have a gun pressed to their lower spine.
Choose the decision to give Shirley Henderson barely any screentime.
Choose fuddy-duddy sub-Top Gear monologues.
Choose the type of doomsaying techno fear only seen in the letters pages of a Home Counties gardening circular.
Choose horrendously ugly visuals.
Choose having to emphasise just how horrendously ugly the visuals are.
Choose labouring a point to really stress how horrific this film looks.
Choose weak attempts at depicting cultural diversity.
Choose ostentatious sleeve tattoos and oversized flatscreen TVs.
Choose mis-firing comic asides.
Choose Snapchat filters.
Choose a female lead who couldn’t be less interesting if you literally forgot to write her any dialogue because you were too busy playing Pokemon Go.
Choose transforming Francis Begbie into the baddie out of Commando, the pouting prick with chainmail and a handlebar moustache.
Choose smug, unearned redemption.
Choose not having a story.
Choose not having any drama.
Choose a succession of increasingly idiotic and unlikely twists.
Choose needlessly explaining away everything that made the original so unique and interesting.
Choose tedious lad anecdotes and warmed-over wisdom bombs.
Choose artificial empathy and being told that it’s sad to get old.
Choose the sweet memory of PolyGram Filmed Entertainment.
Choose the vim and fire and dirt and sincerity of the original.
Choose a film that carps on about the innocent joys of childhood while urinating on yours.
Choose a final shot that’s staggering in its ineptness.
Choose wanting to bury your head in your hands.
Choose the horrible thought that someone, somewhere thought that this is what the world needed right now.
Choose having to write egregious concept reviews for arty film magazines.
Choose a film that feels like the ageing, obese foreman at a mayonnaise factory explaining the plot and characters of the original Trainspotting to his pet canary.
Choose forgiving, possibly.
Choose forgetting, definitely.
Choose life.

Little White Lies review.

#41

OK, now I’m warming to this film

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#42

Yeesh

#43

Porno was pretty bad.

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#44

Looks like the kind of review that was written way before they saw the film.

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#45

They should have just posted the video of the monkey pissing in its own mouth and been done with it.

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#46

I watched this yesterday. Awful. Probably saved from being an absolute shitshow by Bremner. Feels like a completely unecessary story to me.