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Trainspotting

Common saying of the day: the book is always better than the movie. In this case, it’s true.
Anyone who has read the book surely understood that the author absolutely did not intend to glorify the act of drug use, as it is a degradation of oneself and damaging to the body (oh my, I sound like Sirchia... noooo).
Danny Boyle, on the other hand, presents us with a cheerful group of junkies who almost seem to want to represent an anthem, like 'let’s all get high under the Edinburgh sky'. Yet the film is beautiful, well-made, the protagonists are strong, the screenplay is good, etc. etc., but it’s the concept that bothers me.

Even in the tragic scenes, there is always something that serves as an excuse, a note of semi-seriousness. Or at least that’s what I see. No true and dense shadows that provoke thought (as they should), only a constantly more or less hidden irony, which makes it all very cult, but very little adult.
Debut work of a young director, who has all my respect, but surely more could have been done, because in the book there is a moral. In the film, you have to find it.