A CRITIC.... is someone who cannot do. A critic is someone lost in the foggy theoretical mists of there own invented sanctity;they are like cocaine addicts who love the smell of their own farts. They are deluded box counters, makers of their own beheld and stuffed shirted pretensions on things they cannot do nor entirely comprehend. Rob Heydons Ecstasy does have cliche, but dont you (critics) get the fact that every generation is made of fxxxing cliches and is therefore built upon each cliche that both supercedes and makes Each New Movement what it is. Mr Heydon was aware of this and the film works very well indeed it remains true to his vision of it as one long sequence of music videos and the message dear twisted friends, is the medium, what can be a more positive message of the love of being fried oot o yer nut almost every day to the sublime exhaltation of pure love.Some of the scenes are similar to the father film (trainspotting) but these, dear bitter twitters-these are Rob Heydons homages to His Senior-Mr Danny Boyle.Adam is great, he has an honest power and conveys the rose tinted worldview ofa young man lost in that spiral of hopeless hope which turns to real hope.Miss Kreuk looks great and that was her job, simple.The film is not meant to be a new this or that, it is a pastiche, a representation, a set of darkly comic and tragic scenes that are a tongue in cheek send up of how most of the rave generation felt.The dance floor scenes are filmed beautifuly and in the scene where they embrace and the other clubbers seem to evaporate like ghosts, we find the heart of the story behind the pastiche and emblematic flag of the now aged generation...Love and the fact that it is still as important to every generation as it always has been.From the summer of love children sporting flowers in their hair and all going to San Franscisco to the gurning sweating crews of 88-94, the film speaks straight from the heart and shoots from the hip with the same message sung by the icons of every era-"ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE" "ONE LOVE" It succedes and its buoyant spirit is that of the light at the end of every tunnel and every human dillema. People with tiny minds like shoeboxes can only think in copartmentalised comparisons and they should shut up and stay away, well away, like an old aunty from a weekend house party. Rock on Ecstasy, Rock on!