D Train (The)

Vicarious popularity...high school reunions...hero worship...latent closets - daunting stuff!

First: why would anyone want to attend a high school reunion?

Two reasons: either to show-off a well-earned success, or...teetering on the sinister, to re-kindle an unrequited love/friendship...i.e. unpopular.

Let's face it, any high school friend - worth their salt - stays in contact...all the others are mere forgettable acquaintances thrown at you by a locational circumstance.

Why would anyone want to organise such a tortuous affair? The successful. The lovelorn.They say the difference between a straight man and a gay man - wholly dependent on one's constitution - is alcohol.

Black (unpopular) and Marsden (faux successful) re-unite, get rat-arsed and f**k...the unlikeliest coupling in the known universe...copious amounts of cocaine can turn a handsome man feral.

Although billed as a comedy...the imperceivable humour dissipates rather rapidly into an intoxicating bleakness. For one, emotions run deeper than a one-off, one-night bang...

For the other is was a one-off, one-night bang. Or, was it?

And that's where the film - sadly - fails. The stage is set for some serious soul-searching...but, swerves - this is more of a prang than a fatal collision.

If it had been a collision, the fatalities would have piled high...death to youthful idealism, to sugar-coated memories, to self-awareness, to all that you hold dear, to high school reunions.

What a mindf**k that would have been.

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