★ ★ ★ ½ ☆

Trainspotting. Heck, when it was first released I was barely older than the baby crawling around Mother Superior’s skag den. It does, however, hold a very special place in my heart. In the brief period between my GCSEs ending and the summer holidays beginning, I had a lot of free time and – not being a particularly sociable type – started to watch my way through the family DVD shelves. Obviously, I was a few years too young to be watching most of them but, if anything, that big red 18 certificate (and my love for the Star Wars prequels) had me keenly reaching for this Ewan McGregor film covered in laudatory quotes. I’m not one of those people who grew up with. Heck, when it was first released I was barely older than the baby crawling around Mother Superior’s skag den. It does, however, hold a very special place in my heart. In the brief period between my GCSEs ending and the summer holidays beginning, I had a lot of free time and – not being a particularly sociable type – started to watch my way through the family DVD shelves. Obviously, I was a few years too young to be watching most of them but, if anything, that big red 18 certificate (and my love for theprequels) had me keenly reaching for this Ewan McGregor film covered in laudatory quotes.





Trainspotting was scummy, outrageously rude and utterly frank when it came to drugs, sex and growing up…and I’d never seen anything like it. So it’s fair to say that I had a different set of expectations for a sequel than those returning after two decades of appreciation, and I think this disconnect explains why T2 Trainspotting didn’t completely gel for me in the way it did for my parents and clearly thousands of others. Films weren’t the same after that.was scummy, outrageously rude and utterly frank when it came to drugs, sex and growing up…and I’d never seen anything like it. So it’s fair to say that I had a different set of expectations for a sequel than those returning after two decades of appreciation, and I think this disconnect explains whydidn’t completely gel for me in the way it did for my parents and clearly thousands of others.





One thing it does get properly right is the characters. Surprisingly, they’re all still alive. Unsurprisingly, they remain various flavours of selfish, pitiful and psychotic. Sick Boy (Johnny Lee Miller) runs a pub but has a share in blackmail, cannabis and coke addiction on the side. Spud (Ewen Bremner) curls up every night in a hollow flat, miles away from his partner and son, his final smile from the previous film betrayed by an immediate return to heroin. Meanwhile, Begbie (Robert Carlyle) has made his escape from prison and plots his revenge against Renton (McGregor), who’s returned to his old haunts after twenty years in Amsterdam.





advances his with an emotional maturity that Renton, Sick Boy and Begbie have only reached physically. McGregor gets top billing, as expected, but his role is arguably secondary this time around. Having spent so long outside of his former friends’ world, Renton is now a sightseer. So the focus gradually shifts to the one sympathetic character left in the frame: Spud. Bremner further cements his place as one of his generation’s finest actors with a performance that retains every weird idiosyncrasy that made the character so endearing in the first place, but is tinged with Spud’s yearning to have his story heard above the macho posturing of his fellows. McGregor, Miller and Carlyle return to their roles, but Bremnerhis with an emotional maturity that Renton, Sick Boy and Begbie have only reached physically.





The entire film almost feels like a low-key realisation that maybe all the stuff you did when you were younger wasn’t such a good idea after all. The boisterous tone of the ’96 original is gone, replaced with a surprisingly frank bitterness and regret. Anthony Dod Mantle’s cinematography is as vibrant as ever (I still maintain he’s the only man on earth who could make a Transformers movie look good), but the canted angles and hedonistic zooms are few and far between. Even the soundtrack is supremely lacking in nostalgia until the last possible moment, choosing not to wallow in old hits or bankable Top 40 tracks (see Fifty Shades Darker or even, to some extent, Boyle’s own The Beach). There’s a thematic and technical handshake taking place, an agreement to turn it down from eleven.





about anything. It was a sprawling, chaotic beast that provoked vomit and laughter in equal measure and marked a change in the landscape of British cinema. Maybe I’m too in love with that anarchic spirit, too enveloped in telling the older generations to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine, too busy choosing Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and everything else Renton despises to fully understand the existential bile of middle-aged regret. And that’s what didn’t sit well with me. I’m not about to dismiss a film for including subtext, but what Boyle’s original worked best when it wasn’t reallyanything. It was a sprawling, chaotic beast that provoked vomit and laughter in equal measure and marked a change in the landscape of British cinema. Maybe I’m too in love with that anarchic spirit, too enveloped in telling the older generations to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine, too busy choosing Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and everything else Renton despises to fully understand the existential bile of middle-aged regret.



