If you have half a brain, you'd ignore the editiorial review. The man obviously has no heart and any sense of humor. Whatever he mentioned, go with the opposite. The writing? Wickedly funny. Attitudes? None whatsoever. In fact, the whole premise of the film is to show how alienated young people are made to feel these days and that the only means of making sense of it all is the love and support of their peer group. The only attitude they have is that they're trying to make sense of everyday reality and when you're in your early 20's, things are not always peachy keen. Brett is the epitome of what these 4 friends are trying to escape from. Free your mind Brett. Have you ever gone out to a club and felt absolutely carried away by the music? Have you ever danced for 4 hours straight? Have you ever experienced the beauty and stillness of a sunrise with your closet friends? Have you ever fallen in love with your best friend? Obviously not, otherwise the movie would have touched you greatly. Instead you just chuck in the "Trainspotting" category. Stupid. The only 3 things this movie has in common with Trainspotting: There are drugs. There is techno. It's set in Great Britain. That's it. Maybe I was spoiled club kid, but at the time (90-92), the only thing I had to look forward to in my bleak life as a college freshman was the weekend and going to dance parties with my best mates. Every weekend was a bonding experience and I'll never forget those times. This movie is a scrapbook for the acidhouse genration, told humanly and accurately, with a fanastic soundtrack (thank you Pete Tong!)
So Brett, you missed the boat, mate and I feel sorry for you.