From the three blokes we’ll always think of as the “Trainspotting trio,” The Beach is about the perfect place that some travelers are always searching for.
People watch stupid flicks like this drunk or baked after a long day trying not to draw attention to themselves at jobs they don’t care about enough to hate.
This should have been just a madcap, goofy, directed-by-Carl-Reiner sort of comedy. They threw in gratuitous violence, bad hair, bad skin, and bad singing.
Irvine Welsh’s ambivalent tale of heroin addiction amid the self-contained projects of east Edinburgh provides a lust for life no summer blockbuster can muster.