Trainspotting: British Drugs, Sex and Rock and Roll




Adapted by Henry Gibson from the novel by Irvine Welsh and directed by Roger Mathey, Trainspotting, now playing at the Elephant Theatre was produced by Roger Mathey, Seat of Your Pants Productions and Classified Productions. 


In the British world of psychological shorthand, "trainspotting" describes the obsessive compulsive tracking of train schedules -- or an activity that wastes extraordinary amounts of time, as addicts might as in playing off the heroin "tracks" and attempting to "spot" the optimum injection point.   The slang for "transpotting" refers to the actual shooting up of heroine as well as being on the look out for a drug dealer. 


Supposed to be stories of eclectic junkies trapped in the perils surrounding drugs the heavy British accents, I'm assuming most were faked, were so heavily put on that it was hard to understand any story as such it was - or wasn't depending on your view. 


Actors included Justin Zachary, Katie Aquino, Sam Bangs, Sarah Allyn Bauer, Martin George Berishaj, AJ Jones, Elizabeth Knowelden, Libby Letlow, Michael Luteran, Francesca Manzi, Travis McHenry, Martin J. Riddell, Jonathan Roumie, Katy Townsend, Matt Tully, Karl Wade, Alison Walter, Ben Wilson and David Agranov.


Scenic design was done by Jason Rupert, lighting design by Michael Mallison, and original music and sound design were by James Dethlefsen and Brian Palla with costumes - such as they were- by Traci LaDue. The fights were choreographed by David Agranov.


The play lives up to expectations - a waste of time.  Nudity, swearing, and sexual situations, that really didn't seem to fit into the story, are abundant, as well as smoking so bad that even in the last row, my asthma was affected.  (NO warning on either as you entered or on the billboards.)  Starting the play with a young man waking up soaked in his own feces, the play continues from there.  I could have used without said feces being splattered all over the other actors faces.   No one laughed, even at the supposedly comic moments.  As soon as there was a break, I walked out disgusted and sick. 


The play runs until April 13 and costs $20 Friday and Saturday (8 pm) and Sundays at $15 (7pm).  For tickets, call 323 960 7785 or go to




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