Writer Justin Kerrigan
Stars John Simm, Lorraine Pilkington, Shaun Parkes, Danny Dyer,
Nicola Reynolds, Dean Davies, Justin Kerrigan
Running time 1 hr 33 mins
Made UK, 1999
DRUGS don't drive
you crazy. Life does. Human Traffic drills a hole in your skull and
lets psychedelic woop-woop redecorate inhibition. Justin Kerrigan
wrote the script when he was 23. He is 25 now. What he has done is
bend the influence of other directors to suit a cinematic sensibility
that owes nothing to anyone, while creating the most original homegrown
movie since... whatever. Comparisons only categorise originality and
this one stands alone.
The director's style is the opposite of pastiche. Film buffs may find
his attitude disrespectful. Certainly, it kicks. He mixes magic with
realism, thought pictures with dream clips, accepting that the running
commentary inside your head is more relevant than talk-talk. Dull
jobs stimulate imagination, if only as an escape, and Ecstasy sends
parcel bombs to the brain.
This is a five-friends-on-the-rampage scenario. They are post-teen
ravers, with hang-ups about sex and the future of the world as they
know it. Saturday night at the club is where the grooves, the dance,
the drugs chase them to the edge of oblivion before starting the long
haul back towards paranoia. One recalls the comedown. "All you can
look forward to now is unconsciousness. But you can never sleep."
In some ways, this is an adult-free zone.
Kerrigan learnt the rules -- he went to film school in Wales -- and
how to break them. If you want to understand youth culture, if you
want to know why clubbing is more than a dance thing, if you want
to be reassured that droopage in the bedroom department is not exclusively
an old bloke's disease, if you want to feel alive and reckless and
illegally boosted, this man comes from there and doesn't waste time