Newly restored! "The film is about joy -- in conniving and surviving, in connecting with audiences, in its own fizzy, jizzy style. And that's why, compared with it, most other films look zombified." - Richard Corliss, TIME
Renton, Spud, Tommy, and Sickboy are all heroin addicts living in squalor in the Scottish town of Edinburgh. Danny Boyle’s frenetic ‘90s classic will take you from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows as you experience addiction, withdrawal, suppositories, underage sex, Iggy Pop, Lou Reed, and what it would be like to swim in the worst toilet in all of Scotland. This film FEELS dirty and is guaranteed to leave your skin crawling for more.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Few filmmakers have the ability to make you feel like you're living in the world they have created, but Boyle’s adaption of the Irvine Welsh novel is a film that can make you smile with your best friends and then turn your stomach on a dime as babies crawl on ceilings and shit literally goes flying from sheets. This monumental cinematic achievement is routinely ranked as one of the greatest British films of all time and has a soundtrack as stacked as its cast list. Sure, you could choose life or your big screen TV, but who needs those when you’ve got TRAINSPOTTING? (Greg MacLennan)