T2 Trainspotting is the kind of film you want to see with somebody who knows you well; somebody who will not judge you for crying out of fear or laughter or a mixture of both.
This warning may seem exaggerated, but after witnessing a man violently spews into the plastic bag wrapped around his head, as though he is an astronaut drowning in a sea of vomit, you’ll consider it valid. Understated, even.
The film is the sequel to the 1996 black comedy, Trainspotting, based off the 1993 novel of the same name by Irvine Welsh. The original, also directed by Danny Boyle, became a cult classic among fans who cherished its unflinchingly brutal take on drug culture in Edinborough, Scotland.
Trainspotting T2 maintains this pace to deliver the adrenaline rush of 50 Shades Darker, but for slightly different reasons – though, that’s not to say the film lacks its erotic moments. If the sight of a heaving middle-aged man being anally penetrated by a slim woman is something that has you crossing your legs, you will find the film stimulating on every level.
The film kicks off some 20 years after the original with a look-in at how the gang of anti-heroes has fared in the artificial light of modern life.