The Acid House

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The Acid House makes "Trainspotting" look like a mild-mannered youth comedy.

San Francisco Chronicle by Edward Guthmann

A blast of manic energy in the form of a film.

Village Voice by Jessica Winter

There's so little leavening humor here, and so much physical and emotional violence visited upon the already abject, that the film seems as pointless as the wasted lives it purports to examine.

Los Angeles Times by John Anderson

A virulent but thoroughly entertaining trilogy of tales about the besieged lower classes of Edinburgh, ripe with vulgarity, self-loathing, violence and economic disorder.

The Globe and Mail (Toronto) by Liam Lacey

There are flashes of excitement in this film, mostly from the verbal play and sulphurous humour of Welsh's perspective, but there's a lot that makes you wonder why you're sitting through it.

L.A. Weekly by Paul Malcolm

Sympathy is disturbingly cast aside so we can wallow in the pathetic. It’s a bad trip, man.

Seattle Post-Intelligencer by Paula Nechak

It's not the direction that feels flaccid in this film. Surprisingly, it's the stories themselves, which provide a bit of a giggle but little else.

Film Threat by Ron Wells

Over all, the short stories never gel together or create a unified whole.

The New York Times by Stephen Holden

With a cackling nihilistic glee, the movie rubs our faces in the stinking, screaming muck of raw human appetite and insists that that's all there is.