Trainspotting and Identities
In the new episode of Cinema Europe, Catarina and Lucia take a closer look at the opening scene of the cult film ‘Trainspotting’ (1993). Which “levels of identity” they found out, what it has to do with the film and what “Trainspotting” has to do with European identity, you can find out on Thursday, September 30th at 8pm on 104.8fm and in our stream
We discovered three ‘levels of identity’ that can first be detected in the opening scene and continue to develop throughout the film. The first level depicts the struggle of protagonist Mark Renton to find his personal identity between wanting to live a ‘normal life’ and his heroin addiction. As a second level of identity we detected a certain dichotomy between the ‘Scottishness’ of the film and its breaking with nationalism. This post-national perspective could hint at the emergence of a ‘European Identity’ in mid-90s Europe. As a third level of identity, many film critics ascribe Trainspotting an American character which renders Trainspotting a film that introduces the emergence of a certain global identity.
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