I don't care what anybody says, Trainspotting was a great movie! And I'm not the only one who thought so - wasn't it up for all kinds of honors at the MTV Movie Awards that year? Trainspotting was a great movie, and I don't care who thinks otherwise! Anybody who wants to disagree with me on that - get in line! Because I am taking on all comers!
Screw the accents, I don't care about the accents - clean out your effing ears! You can make out what they're saying just fine! What are you, DEEF! Turn on the subtitles, then! The accents are actually not a problem. And that whole heroin angle - that was just a subplot anyway, what are you complaining about - and a damn rich subplot besides! That one subplot alone was PRACTICALLY the whole point of the film! It added depth to the whole enterprise. These people, they were all like walking billboards for character development! And message-wise, it was practically like somebody hung a warning sign around their necks: "do drugs, and you'll see what happens." Albeit, some of them don't do drugs at all the whole time, like Begbie. And then that one guy, he never did drugs! But then he did, and got AIDS.
Clearly, a serious message film. If you're smart, you'll tell people you like films like these.
Don't complain to me about "it was weird" - YOU'RE weird! You can go complain to YOURSELF about THAT! I can't help you there.
Everything in the movie bespeaks volumes of depth and complexity. It's just, certain people can't handle mature themes. They want to be spoon-fed their cinema. They complain about every stupid little thing their mind can't process, or every little morally-complex episode that tweaks their simplistic set of values. Get over yourself! The world is not made your way.
The whole underage sex angle - look, she tricked him into it, OK? I'm not saying that makes it OK. It makes it complex. Just as in life, these areas can't all be reduced to black white and gray! So what about the dead baby crawling on the ceiling, then? Well, what of it? That was clearly meant as a shocking warning, as to the consequences of irresponsible behaviors, leading inevitably to what actually can happen sometimes. Dead babies do crawl on ceilings. Don't believe me, there was a similar scene in Exorcist 3 with an old lady doing it! It's not that uncommon, especially in the movies.
Anyway, all of that stuff was just window-dressing. The heroin, the AIDS, the Scottish countryside angst, the soccer and the home-made porn, the misunderstandings, bed-sheet defecations and breakups. That's just window dressing, to prop up the whole heart of the movie, which was Begbie's barely-sublimated homosexual longing for Renton.
A lot of people let that one slip by them, but it jumped right out at me! Changes the whole emphasis of the film, really. There's more going on there than just the surface. You have to watch the eyes.
Ultimately I'd say the message of the film is: choose life.
Screw the accents, I don't care about the accents - clean out your effing ears! You can make out what they're saying just fine! What are you, DEEF! Turn on the subtitles, then! The accents are actually not a problem. And that whole heroin angle - that was just a subplot anyway, what are you complaining about - and a damn rich subplot besides! That one subplot alone was PRACTICALLY the whole point of the film! It added depth to the whole enterprise. These people, they were all like walking billboards for character development! And message-wise, it was practically like somebody hung a warning sign around their necks: "do drugs, and you'll see what happens." Albeit, some of them don't do drugs at all the whole time, like Begbie. And then that one guy, he never did drugs! But then he did, and got AIDS.
Clearly, a serious message film. If you're smart, you'll tell people you like films like these.
Don't complain to me about "it was weird" - YOU'RE weird! You can go complain to YOURSELF about THAT! I can't help you there.
Everything in the movie bespeaks volumes of depth and complexity. It's just, certain people can't handle mature themes. They want to be spoon-fed their cinema. They complain about every stupid little thing their mind can't process, or every little morally-complex episode that tweaks their simplistic set of values. Get over yourself! The world is not made your way.
The whole underage sex angle - look, she tricked him into it, OK? I'm not saying that makes it OK. It makes it complex. Just as in life, these areas can't all be reduced to black white and gray! So what about the dead baby crawling on the ceiling, then? Well, what of it? That was clearly meant as a shocking warning, as to the consequences of irresponsible behaviors, leading inevitably to what actually can happen sometimes. Dead babies do crawl on ceilings. Don't believe me, there was a similar scene in Exorcist 3 with an old lady doing it! It's not that uncommon, especially in the movies.
Anyway, all of that stuff was just window-dressing. The heroin, the AIDS, the Scottish countryside angst, the soccer and the home-made porn, the misunderstandings, bed-sheet defecations and breakups. That's just window dressing, to prop up the whole heart of the movie, which was Begbie's barely-sublimated homosexual longing for Renton.
A lot of people let that one slip by them, but it jumped right out at me! Changes the whole emphasis of the film, really. There's more going on there than just the surface. You have to watch the eyes.
Ultimately I'd say the message of the film is: choose life.
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