Writer. Voyeur. Sideburn aficionado.
A catalogue of Friday night's pills and powder intake does not a movie make. Nor do five endlessly self-justifying bores constantly winking and nudging and screaming and sledgehammering the viewer with "THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE WHEN YOU'RE ON DRUGS! THIS IS EXACTLY HOW IT FEELS WHEN YOU ARE ON DRUGS! AM I RIGHT? AM I RIGHT?"
That it has the gall to reference TRAINSPOTTING, an immensely superior film which throws its own failings into almost comic relief,…