True story:

The first time I ever watched Danny Boyle’s TRAINSPOTTING, it was Easter Sunday. The young’ns that gathered on the occasion wanted to watch the movie (this was back when you had to rent physical media, so someone brought along a tape).

On it went.

In the family room.

With our parents around.

And aunts and uncles.

And our grandmother.

Yeah…it was awkward.

 

Maybe we should all gather together for a family outing to see this in theatres this winter?