Trainspotting 2

[Enkiel]

For those who missed it, they released a trailer for Trainspotting 2... Feels so weird to see everyone much older... but damn i'm looking forward to this one.



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[oc92]

Ewan is a vw man... give him props. Fine original film as well.
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" ... he walked the pavement of the city- a beggar and a king. Has it been otherwise with any man?" WOLFE

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[Bob Loblaw]

I was giving some blood yesterday, and as the needle went in, I said "Oh this reminds me that I just saw the trailer for Trainspotting2 yesterday." And the one taking my blood says "what's that?"
She's never heard of it. So I 'splain it to her, the injection scenes, and she got quite interested. She's gonna check it out.
I didn't tell her about the baby scene or the toilet scene.
*shudder*
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[Jennepher]

[Enkiel]

The whole scene in the bedroom is pretty freaky.

I really, really hope the 2nd one is good. Wishing for great, but i'd settle for good.
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[Denny88]

wish they didn't bother with this film... sometimes it's better to leave one not to spoil everything

[Enkiel]

Finally was released on DVD (quite frankly, i never go to store, so i'm not sure since when).

Loved it. As good as the first? i don't think its possible, but its above what you'd expect from a follow up to such a special movie.

And Renton comes up with another amazing "choose life", 20 years later.

'Choose life'. 'Choose life' was a well meaning slogan from a 1980's anti-drug campaign and we used to add things to it, so I might say for example, choose... designer lingerie, in the vain hope of kicking some life back into a dead relationship. Choose handbags, choose high-heeled shoes, cashmere and silk, to make yourself feel what passes for happy. Choose an iPhone made in China by a woman who jumped out of a window and stick it in the pocket of your jacket fresh from a South-Asian Firetrap. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram and a thousand others ways to spew your bile across people you've never met. Choose updating your profile, tell the world what you had for breakfast and hope that someone, somewhere cares. Choose looking up old flames, desperate to believe that you don't look as bad as they do. Choose live-blogging, from your first wank 'til your last breath; human interaction reduced to nothing more than data. Choose ten things you never knew about celebrities who've had surgery. Choose screaming about abortion. Choose rape jokes, slut-shaming, revenge porn and an endless tide of depressing misogyny. Choose 9/11 never happened, and if it did, it was the Jews. Choose a zero-hour contract and a two-hour journey to work. And choose the same for your kids, only worse, and maybe tell yourself that it's better that they never happened. And then sit back and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody's fucking kitchen. Choose unfulfilled promise and wishing you'd done it all differently. Choose never learning from your own mistakes. Choose watching history repeat itself. Choose the slow reconciliation towards what you can get, rather than what you always hoped for. Settle for less and keep a brave face on it. Choose disappointment and choose losing the ones you love, then as they fall from view, a piece of you dies with them until you can see that one day in the future, piece by piece, they will all be gone and there'll be nothing left of you to call alive or dead. Choose your future, Veronika. Choose life.
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