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What's that, kiddos? You don't want a boring life with the typical boring choices? Then hop aboard the heroin train, where there's friends and shenanigans and the highest dopamine rush money can buy. The price of admission: every fucking other thing you ever wanted to do with your life. And it'll probably take your life too.
Just kidding. Don't mind the title, the movie's barely got anything to do with trains. Heroin ruining lives? Hell to the yes. In harsh Edinborough brogue, no less.
Four Scottish punks pump themselves with the happiness needle and accomplish little else. Until our hero Renton, not for the first time, decides to get off the stuff. His life goes to shit -- literally, since his journey begins shoulder-deep in "the worst toilet in Scotland." Then come the disturbing hallucinations. Withdrawal. Constipation. Women whose sex education revolves around Cosmo advice columns.
Soon it's back to the slag, and eloquently discussing James Bond flicks, and stealing a laundry list of other drugs to afford more heroin. Rehab. Jail. Emergency room visits. Disappointed families. And the constant risk of gruesome death.
So when the main guy finally decides to clean up his act -- move to London, bullshit into a soul-numbing job in real estate, keep his nose and arm clean -- his old life follows him. The guys drag him back in. And their habits, not limited to drugs, threaten to spoil his shot at a better life.
It's a fast, gross, darkly comic peek into a hopeless yet virtually omnipresent lifestyle. Which, thanks to this thing, I never want anything to do with. Not that it took much convincing.
93 minutes.
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