TRAINSPOTTING
A film review by Christopher Null
Copyright 1996 Christopher Null
It's the most heavily-hyped and anticipated indie film I have ever seen.
It's a foul and grotesque exercise in nausea, yet completely engrossing from the start.
It's the most experimental film to gain a large release in America since SLACKER.
Its subject matter is something eschewed by almost everybody -- heroin addiction.
Its unique structure, built around metaphor and over-the-top imagery, will make the film inaccessible to most audiences, as if the thick Scottish accents that make most of the dialogue indecipherable don't already.
It's TRAINSPOTTING, and it's great.
Making an independent movie about drug addiction isn't the easiest thing in the world. Gus Van Sant tried it awhile back, in DRUGSTORE COWBOY, with fair success. This time it's director Danny Boyle (who helmed last year's Movie Emporium #1 Film of the Year, SHALLOW GRAVE), with a few familiar faces from the aforementioned masterpiece (led by GRAVE's Ewan McGregor, as our narrator Renton) and a lot of Boyle's signature avant-garde direction.
The story is based on Irvine Welsh's cult novel of the same name, as TRAINSPOTTING tracks the downward -- and upward -- spirals of a group of heroin-addicted friends in Scotland. The title comes from a popular pastime in Britain, where people apparently sit by the tracks and record every possible detail of the passing trains -- sometimes for days at a time. The futility of this task is yet another metaphor in a metaphor-bloated picture, where nothing on the screen is exactly what it seems.
The film truly defies description, and even a full 12 months of hype couldn't adequately prepare me for what I eventually saw. Suffice it to say that this horribly nasty and raw expose of how unglamorous the junkie life really is manages to overpower anything else I've seen on film in a long while. Beyond that, you'll just have to see for yourself. But *be prepared* to be shocked, disgusted, and at the same time, enthralled.
I could talk about the bothersome aspects of TRAINSPOTTING: an annoying techno soundtrack, a dragging middle section, and rapid-fire, heavily-accented dialogue that went in my ears and never quite reached my brain. Or I could talk about how, after leaving the theater, I wanted to immediately see the film again. But, as TRAINSPOTTING's Renton puts it, why would I want to do a thing like that?
RATING: ****1/2
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\ ***** Perfection \
\ **** Good, memorable film \
\ *** Average, hits and misses \
\ ** Sub-par on many levels \
\ * Unquestionably awful \
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-Christopher Null / null@filmcritic.com / Writer-Producer -Visit the Movie Emporium at http://www.filmcritic.com/ -and Null Set Productions at http://www.filmcritic.com/nullset.htm
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