It’s 4:30 AM on day three of HOLY SHIP! 9.0. Claude VonStroke is performing on the Manhattan stage and I stumble out the crowd to find DJ Tennis passing by. He just finished his set downstairs and we begin to chat about his experience interacting with fans, a regular occurrence during our time at the intimate festival. “It’s truly a special thing, I simply love it,” he utters. As we venture down a corridor we come across a small group of people gathered around a pillar. We move past the giggling crew to find that attached to the pillar, just hanging there, is the biggest dildo we’ve ever seen. Jet black and covered in glitter, it must be at least 2 feet long. “It’s like we’re analyzing a piece of art in a gallery,” someone declares as the crowd erupts in laughter. With a grin from ear to ear DJ Tennis gives the dildo a wag and then disappears into the night.
T2 Trainspotting (known herein as T2) is out in cinemas next Friday. We saw it last night and it's clear that this sequel is strictly for the diehard fans who've been waiting 20 years to find out what the hell happened to Renton, Sick Boy, Spud and Begbie.
Ever wondered what Daft Punk's 'Homework' gatefold sleeve is all about?
Two decades ago, there were no robots.
In many ways, the original Trainspotting is a perfect film. Like a great debut album, it zips along on a wave youthful vigour. It’s hard not to be wowed by the sheer velocity of it. Watch it back today, and you’ll find not one frame is wasted. Every second propels the story forward. Or makes you laugh. Or makes you care. Or breaks your heart. Add to that a young cast and director all at their dazzling best, a fantastic soundtrack and the fact that, despite its grizzly subject matter, it managed to capture the heady optimism of the time, and you’ve got quite a potent cocktail. Which begs the question, how do you follow up a perfect film? With an imperfect one it seems.