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A living being, something real, true, almost tangible, something immortal, epic, fantastic, indelible, educational/detrimental, open-your-eyes-now-and-dream, a thousand emotions, smile, laugh, close-your-eyes-and-cry, vomit, fall in love, characters that will never die, Rent Boy, Sick Boy, Spud... Begbie... A thousand words to say, a thousand things to express... a thousand things to remember...A film that you don't watch, but that you live, that becomes a part of you after you've seen it... that becomes a part of you... that you'll never forget... its scenes... its music... beautiful... very beautiful... wonderful.......
A film that more than any other should have received the Oscar... or at least some recognition as one of the best films ever made by human beings... forget Titanic or The Aviator... Please!
You think Good Charlotte or Green Day are Punk??? Fine. Then check out this movie. If you’re searching for the meaning of Punk, stop searching. You’ve found it. Ah. And be ashamed for having called certain decidedly mtv/commercial/teenage stuff punk.
A soundtrack with a punch. Songs that will forever be linked only to this film and certain scenes, like "Perfect Day" (by a certain Lou Reed... someone who doesn’t know how to convey emotions, no, no...) during the overdose scene, "Lust For Life", by someone who truly understands how life should be lived, Iggy Pop (tse... Green Day... madre de dios...), during the film's introductory-initial scene, or another random song... the one in the disco... "Atomic" by Sleeper...
Well... Or "Born Slippy"...
Born Slippy....
My God...
Born Slippy
A song
A generation
My generation
Of those who heard it for the first time through mommy television
Of those who didn’t understand a damn thing and still don’t even now when they saw the film and heard the songs. An orgasm.
A direct punch in the gut.
A song that makes you do even what you would have...
Choose life
Choose a job
Choose a career
Choose the family
Choose a big damn television
Choose washing machines, cars, CD players, and electric tin openers
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance,
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments
Choose a starter home
Choose your friends
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of damn fabrics
Choose DIY and wondering who the hell you are on Sunday morning
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows,
Stuffing junk food into your mouth
Choose rotting away at the end of it all,
Pissing your last in a miserable home
Nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future
Choose life...
But why would I want to do a thing like that...
I chose not to choose life; I chose something else... The reasons?
There are no reasons...Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin...
What people forget is how good it can feel or else we wouldn’t do it
After all, we're not stupid. At least not that stupid... and damn it!
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