Human Traffic

The last gasp of the 90s “club life” series; this is a likable enough entry that may well be the most benign and friendly version of this usually more hectic material, not even pausing to interrogate “drugs are bad” (at best we get “drugs are ill-advised”). Its very sedate and pleasant tone means it collapses in the face of TRAINSPOTTING (or even the more viscerally charged Liman’s GO), and really with so many other options available, this film feels a little redundant, but at least it’s easy to watch, especially with Simm evoking nebbish-Martin Freeman.