Yep, not Ecstasy... but Irvine Welsh's Ecstasy. He must be so proud to have his name associated with this film. I suggest he has his head tested.
There is hardly anything worse than films about 'tough guys' who get all 'gooey' by the end. Here, our lead, to put it bluntly, is a pill-popping moron. He deals in drugs, probably ruining hundreds of lives in the process... but he spends most of it on his infirm father.. so that's alright then. He also owes thousands to a drug lord, who if this film was smarter would recognise him as the hilarious, over-the-top caricature he is. Sadly though, it doesn't and attempts to make his comical behaviour scary... to deadening effect.
Just look at those numpties on the dancefloor, mouths agape and jumping up and down with their head rocking. Is this what is classified as 'cool' these days? If so, I'm so glad I'm a stay at home, pipe and slippers kinda guy. And listen to the things they say... is any of it enlightening? Stirring? Thought-provoking in any way? Nope... this is a collection of the most boring, shapeless misanthropes I've seen in many a motion picture. I thought drugs, apart from making you feel good (temporarily at least), also made you the life and the soul of the party.
Here, it seems to have the reverse effect, these people are tedious in the extreme with clear heads, and suicidally dull when off their heads. It all adds up to the filmic equivalent of spending the evening at a dinner party with a bunch of trained monkeys. Throwing poo at each other. The final insult is the poster, which is a direct reference (or rip-off) to the one for Trainspotting. Now I thought that movie was a tad overrated, but comparing THIS to it is breathtakingly cheeky.
Oh, I forgot... the author of both is one Irvine Welsh. Oh well, he's only got himself to blame then... 1/10
There is hardly anything worse than films about 'tough guys' who get all 'gooey' by the end. Here, our lead, to put it bluntly, is a pill-popping moron. He deals in drugs, probably ruining hundreds of lives in the process... but he spends most of it on his infirm father.. so that's alright then. He also owes thousands to a drug lord, who if this film was smarter would recognise him as the hilarious, over-the-top caricature he is. Sadly though, it doesn't and attempts to make his comical behaviour scary... to deadening effect.
Just look at those numpties on the dancefloor, mouths agape and jumping up and down with their head rocking. Is this what is classified as 'cool' these days? If so, I'm so glad I'm a stay at home, pipe and slippers kinda guy. And listen to the things they say... is any of it enlightening? Stirring? Thought-provoking in any way? Nope... this is a collection of the most boring, shapeless misanthropes I've seen in many a motion picture. I thought drugs, apart from making you feel good (temporarily at least), also made you the life and the soul of the party.
Here, it seems to have the reverse effect, these people are tedious in the extreme with clear heads, and suicidally dull when off their heads. It all adds up to the filmic equivalent of spending the evening at a dinner party with a bunch of trained monkeys. Throwing poo at each other. The final insult is the poster, which is a direct reference (or rip-off) to the one for Trainspotting. Now I thought that movie was a tad overrated, but comparing THIS to it is breathtakingly cheeky.
Oh, I forgot... the author of both is one Irvine Welsh. Oh well, he's only got himself to blame then... 1/10