by Ned Lannamann
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A sequel to Trainspotting could have been as bad an idea as picking up your old heroin habit. The 1996 movie was a perfect and efficient statement, a coming-of-age story told through the prism of drugs and petty crime—American Graffiti shot through with skag and Scottish brogues.
Director Danny Boyle’s flamboyant filmmaking approach generally veers toward visual and sonic assault, but in spite of this, T2 Trainspotting looks inward rather than outward (and don’t worry, that clunky title is probably the worst thing about it).