There are way too many things going on in Trainspotting. I needed more than a full week to really process the film, and I admittedly didn’t know how to start this reflection for the longest time. One thing I processed immediately, however, was that Trainspotting easily earned its spot on my personal list of movies everyone needs to see in their lifetime.
And the reasons?
There are way too many reasons, because there’s a lot to unpack in Trainspotting. The film has so many themes and elements—substance abuse, peer pressure, the complexity of both romantic and platonic relationships, debt, withdrawal, and so on—it’s likely that different viewers will find different merits in the same movie. Here are some of the themes and motifs that stuck out to me the most:
When I talked to a friend about the film, she said she thoroughly enjoyed Trainspotting because it was “everything she wasn’t.” Thinking about it now, I do resonate with my friend’s statement as well—I like to think I’m a relatively clean person, never having done any sort of drug, and I stay away from trouble for the most part. I think most people see me as the type of go-getter Renton talks about in his opening monologue, choosing life, a job, the fucking big television.
It also made me think about how, when we were younger, anything British was associated with class and sophistication. Every character with a British accent in all the children’s movies was always so prim and proper, and spic and span. The way Trainspotting presented Edinburgh seemed to contradict everything we were taught about the United Kingdom when we were younger. Everything was dirty, gritty, and raw. I felt that this was a more genuine and honest portrayal of the United Kingdom, showing us all the ugly bits. Everything was so new to me, and I loved it.
The scene where Renton suffers from withdrawal, and is haunted by all the people he’s affected throughout his affair with heroin—Sick Boy’s baby who died; Spud, who was jailed while he was set free; Tommy, who was impeccably clean before he introduced him to heroin; Diane, an underage schoolgirl he had slept with—was executed eerily well. There’s so much to talk about when it comes to just that scene.
I found the scene haunting for two reasons—first, all the elements placed together made it feel as if I were carrying Renton’s guilt. I immediately wanted all the people who’ve ever done me wrong to suffer through a sequence like this of their own, where my ghost haunts them about all the stupid things they’ve done to hurt me. Second, it only reaffirmed how trying to quit vices is very much like a double-edged sword. There’s a certain kind of desire for something you know is destructive, but it’s not like its destructiveness gets rid of the desire at all. As Taylor Swift so eloquently puts it, “Just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it.”
Lastly, we have the theme of “closure”, so to speak—every film that has a standard narrative is bound to end and finish somewhere. When the film closed with “Born Slippy” playing in the background, with Renton silently leaving with the bag full of money, my jaw was dropped the entire time. Using similar monologues for both the opening and closing scenes, while it sounds cheesy and cliché in theory, took me totally by surprise in the best way. Trainspotting’s ending is one of my favorite movie endings of all time, no contest.
There are so many layers to that ending. We had that debate we had in class about whether or not Renton was “choosing life” because he really wanted to, or because he felt like it was something he only ought to do. I like to think Renton legitimately wanted to be a better person, or to be “just like us”, no matter how creepy that idea sounds. There’s also that bit where Renton admits he tries to justify him leaving with the money in all sorts of ways, but he owns up to the fact that he “ripped them off.” When you take it at face value—he ditched his friends and stole the money—I guess you could say he did do a terrible thing, but when you consider the circumstances of his situation and ask other important questions, you might think twice.
I could go on and on about what I loved about Trainspotting, but I remain firm in my belief that different people will find different merits in the film. There’s only so much I can dissect from the film, and I’m sure other people will see things that I might have missed. I maintain that everyone needs to see Trainspotting at least once in their life, and maybe then can we start to get by and look ahead until the day we die.





