67
Metascore
42 reviews · Provided by Metacritic.com
- 80The GuardianPeter BradshawThe GuardianPeter BradshawDanny Boyle’s T2 Trainspotting is everything I could reasonably have hoped for - scary, funny, desperately sad, with many a bold visual flourish.
- 80Time Out LondonDave CalhounTime Out LondonDave CalhounLike the original, T2 Trainspotting is a winning mix of low living and high jinx, a stylized spin on real life.
- 80Total FilmMatt GlasbyTotal FilmMatt GlasbyWiser, sadder but very much alive and kicking, T2 is a film that knows you can’t compete with the ghosts of the past. But at least you can dance with them.
- 60The TelegraphRobbie CollinThe TelegraphRobbie CollinLike the original, T2 is happy enough spending time with its characters whatever they get up to. Very little that happens in the film seems to affect where it’s going, and the few things that do feel dashed off, almost as an afterthought. It’s also littered with callbacks to the first film – some as stirring as they are subtle, others exasperatingly cute.
- 60CineVueJamie NeishCineVueJamie NeishBoyle has made an admirable effort that captures the melancholy of being right back to where you started from. But it's not what it used to be - or what it could have been.
- 58The PlaylistOliver LytteltonThe PlaylistOliver LytteltonIt ends up feeling like going to a festival headlining date by a reunited Britpop band. It’s great to see them back together, they look pretty good for their age, and there are transcendent moments when they play the hits. But the set goes on a bit long, and the new material’s a bit forgettable, and they’re sloppier than they used to be, and in the end, you start to wonder if it had been better if you’d been left with your memories from back in the day.
- 50The Hollywood ReporterNeil YoungThe Hollywood ReporterNeil YoungA missed opportunity on multiple levels, T2 is stylistically an overwrought rehash which relies heavily on over-caffeinated camerawork and flashy effects (cinematographer Anthony Dod Mantle's trademark gritty flair is overwhelmed by a flurry of Dutch angles and freeze-frames) to distract us from its essential paucity of raison d'etre.