in spite of the comments already made regarding the film, i feel obligated to recap some of my favourite moments from last night's highly-anticipated film:

TOMMY: Big time. Absolutely fucking radge. 'It's me or Iggy Pop, time to decide.'

SPUD: So what's it going to be?

TOMMY: Well, I've paid for the ticket.


RENTON: Christ, I haven't felt that good since Archie Gemmill scored against Holland in 1978.


Some people hate the English, but I don't. They're just wankers. We, on the other hand, are colonized by wankers. We can't even pick a decent culture to be colonized by. We are ruled by effete arseholes. It's a shite state of affairs and all the fresh air in the world will not make any fucking difference.


Because no matter how much you stash or how much you steal, you never have enough.


...and one bottle of Valium, which I have already procured, from my mother, who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way, also a drug addict.


I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?


At or around this time, Spud, Sick Boy, and I made a healthy, informed, democratic decision to get back on heroin as soon as possible


"Sick Boy's always been lacking in moral fiber."
"He knows a lot about Sean Connery."
"That's hardly a substitute."




now all that is left to do is decide what will be the next must-see film. hmm.
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