T2 is not the seismic event the first Trainspotting was, nor could it hope to be. And that’s fine. Trainspotting was the cusp of adulthood and T2 is early middle age; where there was boundless energy, there’s now also a slight weariness that comes with age and a sense of melancholy. When Veronica points out (in Bulgarian) that Renton and Sick Boy live in the past, it’s a knowingly meta comment that somehow doesn’t grind the proceedings to a halt. A rare sequel that’s both fine and worthy.