Trainspotting

A rewatch of a film I know off by heart, though this is the first time I’ve watched it in more than 10 years. As with any work that successfully taps into somebody’s/anybody’s idea of a zeitgeist, there’s a danger that the passing of time won’t be kind, but Danny Boyle’s effervescent mid-90s tale of Edinburgh junkies holds up today, partly because of its wired, manic energy – driven as much by the performances and the soundtrack as it is by the director’s visual style and author Irvine Welsh’s punky, scummy dialogue and scenarios (honed for the screen by writer John Hodges). I was eating my dinner when the toilet scene began, and probably could have timed that better. (*****)