Jason, a music coordinator, presents a real idea and a journey that takes us to the real streets of Dublin and how far he has stumbled with his family. Jason recounts his story with his father and the stumbling of his drug addict brother, as well as the love situations between the brethren with each other in Dublin that express a completely different life.
The endeavour is undeniable. The Trainspotting/Human Traffic moxie, admirable. You do wonder, though, if Dublin Oldschool bit off more than it could chew.
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.
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.
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.