There’re a lot of reasons why “Human Traffic” is one of the best club movies of all time. It doesn’t need to shoehorn evil drug dealers and shootouts into the plot to make it cinematic. It doesn’t need to moralize why people like to party. “Human Traffic” understands a night out with friends has thrills, drama and heartbreak enough.
Cardiff, Wales. The club scene in the ‘90s. Jip (John Simm) and his close-knit group of friends shake off the chains of dead-end jobs and family pressures to dance the weekend away. They blag their way into a club owned by Carl Cox, discuss the intricacies of Jabba the Hutt’s criminal empire, and determine if ecstasy really does give guys a case of Mr. Floppy.
It portrays the chemical generation and all its unwritten rituals and experiences in such a beautifully well-rounded manner it makes you laugh and feel kind of special. Because this is a language only you and your chosen family will understand.
With classic tunes from Orbital, A Guy Called Gerald, and Fatboy Slim, “Human Traffic” is uplifting, life affirming, and honest. See if you can recognize Walking Dead’s Sheriff Rick as one of Jip’s mates, back when he was young and English.