Human
Traffic Movie Review:
I
suspect I may the wrong kind of person to review this movie.
There are references here to things that I've never even
heard about, and many of the jokes sound like in-jokes to
the British rave/dance/club music scene. Having said that,
it does manage to be entertaining. "Human Traffic"
takes us through 48 hours in the life of a group of twenty-somethings
friends as they gear up for another weekend of rave parties,
drugs, alcohol and hopefully plenty of sex. Jip (John Simm),
the lead character (if there's such a thing in this film)
is full of energy and charm but suffers from impotence brought
on by sexual anxiety. His best friend Lulu (Lorraine Pilkington)
is a gorgeous blond, cool, seemingly in control but somehow
hopeless in finding a decent bloke. Koop (Shaun Parkes)
and Nina (Nicola Reynolds) make up the couple, and then
there's Moff (Danny Dyer) - a likable loser of a drug dealer
who provides one of the most excruciatingly funny moments
in the film.
There's
not really a plot as such, but more like a collection of
soliloquies, thoughts on life, speeches to the camera, depiction
and satirisation of archetypes in drug and dance. It's almost
like a documentary, a social comment - except if you tried
to tell that to the director of this film, he'd probably
tell you you're full of shite. And it would be true - this
film is infectious, unapologetically fun, with no intentions
of examining any deep issues except to use it to poke fun
and laugh at everything including itself. It's a guilt-free
film that makes an cheerfully honest statement which makes
a lot of people uncomfortable: people who take drugs are
regular, likable people who mean no harm and are just as
normal as anyone else. Will this film encourage drug taking?
Who knows? Somehow I doubt people is that stupid - and there
are a lot of other things that will get people into drugs.
It cheekily lampoons its critics, epitomised in one scene
where Lulu and Nina mocks a journalist doing a story on
drugs in the rave scene. But the characters aren't exactly
idol material: they all have problems, and though amusing,
they are a bit too much like caricatures to make much of
an impact.
The
music is simply gorgeous: Fat Boy Slim, Underworld, Primal
Scream, Orbital, Carl Cox, etc etc. It keeps up the mad
energy of the film, which doesn't let up until the end,
where it sort of meanders back to focus more on the plot
that was set up at the beginning. Even if you don't even
get what's been talked about, the film keeps reminding you
that it's all "bollocks", and you are carried
forward by the electric stamina of the whole thing. Funny,
raw and energetic, it's more than it really is. You don't
have to like what these people do, but you can at least
laugh about it.
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