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Did You Know?
- Although Irvine Welsh wrote a follow-up to his novel Trainspotting in 2002 called 'Porno', this movie follow-up is actually only very loosely based on 'Porno.' It is mostly an original story which includes some unused parts of the Trainspotting novel, and some elements from Porno. That being said, during pre-production, this film was titled 'Porno.'
- When Renton and Sick Boy are performing on stage at the Protestant pub, the camera attached to Renton's microphone is briefly visible.
- [in the Highlands with Mark and Spud to remember Tommy]
- Simon: Well, I'm trying hard, Mark, but I'm not feeling anything. We were young, bad things happened. It's over. Can we go home now?
- Renton: Two hours to the next train.
- Simon: Oh for fuck's sake.
- Renton: Look, we're here as an act of memorial.
- Simon: Nostalgia! That's why you're here. You're a tourist in your own youth. Just 'cause you had a near-death experience and now you're feeling all fuzzy and warm. What other moments will you be revisiting? Like you were the one who gave Tommy that bad gear?
- Renton: How about your baby Dawn she'd be what twenty now?
Atom User Reviews
It's not the first movie, expecting it to be "as good as the first" will disappont you, however, this film is great in its own right and it's a great sequel to a great movie.
a true love story to the first film 😍😍
This derivative sequel might please devoted fans looking for a quick fix of nostalgia, but with nothing new to say, it seems not even Boyle and his cast are sure why T2 Trainspotting exists.
The tonal shift in the sequel compared to the original means that, although there are plenty of moments of savage humour, the highs are just not quite so high any more. There’s a melancholy maturity, however, which is satisfying in its own way.
A missed opportunity on multiple levels, T2 is stylistically an overwrought rehash which relies heavily on over-caffeinated camerawork and flashy effects (cinematographer Anthony Dod Mantle's trademark gritty flair is overwhelmed by a flurry of Dutch angles and freeze-frames) to distract us from its essential paucity of raison d'etre.