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DJ music coordinator Jason is talking about a drug-ridden journey and a different world through the streets of Dublin. Jason begins to narrate his life about drugs and his father and brother Daniel, an addicted heroin addict, live on the streets of Dublin. It's a dramatic look that has been rehearsed for brothers and sisters, who have been in love with each other in the past and still exist.
Dublin Oldschool is consistently uproarious in its portrait of young Dubliners always looking for bants and raves, and the party-loving lads are what can only be described as a gas collection of characters.
Exhilarating though it may be, and elevated by Kirwan's poetry, the sheer speed of delivery coupled with strong accents and slang can make this Irish Trainspotting a - literally - semi-coherent trip, particularly during exchanges between the two leads.
Tynan's film is laden down with aimless chatter, and its plot meanders drearily towards a country rave that seems curiously old-fashioned, and feels like a piece of Dublin's past, not its present.
The endeavour is undeniable. The Trainspotting/Human Traffic moxie, admirable. You do wonder, though, if Dublin Oldschool bit off more than it could chew.