The weekend has landed.
All that exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties. I've got 48 hours off from the world, man. I'm gonna blow steam out of my head like a screaming kettle. I'm gonna talk shit to strangers all night. I'm gonna lose the plot on the dance floor. The free radicals inside me are freaking man. I'm goin' to Neverneverland with my chosen family. We're gonna get more spaced out than Neil Armstrong ever did. Anything could happen tonight, you know. This could be the best night of my life. I've got 73 pounds in my back pocket and I'm gonna spend the lot. The milky bars are on me. - Jip

Secret Agent Acid Thunder
Anyway, I went to Human traffic expecting lots of comedy and action and stuff and I wasn't disappointed. There was action, glamour and chicks with big tits. The story was great, too.
Imagine Friends set in Cardiff, where people go to their dealer rather than to a coffee shop. They have messed-up lives and spend most of their time being entirely messed-up. Somehow (I am not quite sure - I was laughing so hard I occasionally forgot to remember what was going on) they all get together over a mythic urban weekend, get wasted and (mostly) get lives. Cool. Just like me.
Apart from adding that Human traffic is one of the best and funniest films you'll see this year there's not much more for me to say except See it with your friends. You'll die when you see yourself getting faceless last weekend. Talk about character identification.
There's also a masturbation scene that manages to beat Alex Dimitriades' effort in Head on. Imagine!
R 18+
99 minutes (1:39 hours)
VHS retail: Undated July 2001






