T2 Trainspotting picks up 20 years after the events in the original film, 1996’s episodic blast through Scotland’s drug-infused underground that culminated in Mark Renton (Ewan McGregor) absconding with the proceeds of a medium-sized drug deal. Flush with cash, Mark jetted off to Amsterdam and wound up with a white-collar office gig, leaving mates Simon (Jonny Lee Miller), Spud (Ewen Bremner), and Begbie (Robert Carlyle) high and dry.
An executive at a major company dies, alone, in his darkened office: a heart attack. He was an associate of the year or some such, a real hard-charging type. A letter from a health spa in central Europe sent by the man’s mentor, the CEO, sits unopened on his desk. Starkly shot—with crisp close ups, slow pans, slower reveals, and a perfectly framed collage of screens pumping out stock data as the film’s title appears above them—and modestly tense, and a teensy bit funny, this prologue sets the stage for the film’s 146 minutes.
If you care about M. Night Shyamalan’s movies and hope to avoid having his latest film spoiled for you—and its twist will be spoiled for you on Twitter or Facebook or somewhere else; it’s too good not to share—then you have to see Split on its opening weekend. In fact, you should leave work or home or wherever you are and hit up a multiplex now.