Trainspotting (Danny Boyle 1996):USA

Reviewed by Jesse Solomon. Viewed at the 2009 Santa Barbara Film Festival.

Choose Trainspotting.

Choose the sick realizations of a Scottish drug attic.

Choose Ewan McGregor playing a proper drug attic trying to quit at every turn.

Choose this brilliant adaptation of a novel by my favorite writer Irving Welsh.

Choose an incite in to the lives of a few friends struggling with anger issues, innocence, irresponsibility and drug habits.

Choose to rob and steal and fuck people over and now matter how much you do it you’ll have to wake up and do it all over again.

Choose health insurance.

Choose hilarious music montages.

Choose to run or to say.

Choose your friends.

Choose the test of a junkie.

Choose heroin.

Choose sobriety.

Choose matching luggage.

Choose to spend the next 87 minutes of your life on something spectacular, disturbing and hilarious all at the same time.

Choose to literally feel the anxiety of a withdrawal.

Choose a fucking big television.

Choose leisurewear.

Choose to look ahead.

Choose to die.

Choose good health.

Choose the life you live, or don’t.

Choose to be in someone elses shoes for just a few moments.

Choose to predict this unpredictable film or don’t.

Choose to never do a drug again or ever because of this film.

Choose to excepts this message of independence, whether it be right or wronge.

Choose to do what is right for you and no one else.

Choose the beautiful imagery by Danny Boyle.

Choose the dirtiness, the stink of great filming.

Choose to see a new side to underground drug culture.

Choose to decided reality and fantasy.

Choose life.

Choose Danny Boyle.

Choose Trainspotting.

But why would anyone do a thing like that, because I said so.