After finally killing The Doctor, The Master has no meaning in life. So he comes to Earth, wipes his own memory and changes his name to Jip. He then befriends Danny Dyer. Jip then realizes he has no meaning in his life so he runs for Prime Minister and wins under his real name, Harold Saxon. When The Doctor returns to Earth with Captain Jack Harkness and Martha Jones, Saxon remembers exactly who he really is and history repeats itself.

It's a trip into the nineties, with fun performances which includes a great turn for John Simm. As for the narrative its pretty basic, a bunch of people who get tired of their mundane jobs/life and then go to escape on the weekend. Be aware it might have you bobbing along to the beat of the arm flailing soundtrack.

The film itself is a drug trip, literally. It isn't groundbreaking but it is a fun experience which certainly induces some amusing moments.

Dire.

A catalogue of Friday night's pills and powder intake does not a movie make. Nor do five endlessly self-justifying bores constantly winking and nudging and screaming and sledgehammering the viewer with "THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE WHEN YOU'RE ON DRUGS! THIS IS EXACTLY HOW IT FEELS WHEN YOU ARE ON DRUGS! AM I RIGHT? AM I RIGHT?"

That it has the gall to reference TRAINSPOTTING, an immensely superior film which throws its own failings into almost comic relief, is just one of the many artistic decisions on director Justin Kerrigan's part which completely baffle me. Nothing quite so baffling though as the generally held view that it is something of a "British Cult Classic". A turgid mixture of nostalgia (the turn of the millenium setting always feels a bit anachronistic for a film centred on rave culture) and borderline propaganda. I've had comedowns that were more pleasant.

Scavenger Hunt #12
Film #19
Task #11: A film starring Danny Dyer

"I'm supposed to see my mum tomorrow, but I'm doing ecstasy tonight so there's no way I can deal with her on a come down."
-Jip

I had no idea who Danny Dyer was, so I went with his only movie that was on Netflix. As a bonus it starred John Simm, the Master of all.

This movie is manic as fuck. Human Traffic follows a group of friends on a weekend off of work as they tour the clubs and get high. The characters break the fourth wall, travel into each others' flashbacks, and go on some crazy trips. This was a lot of fun for me but I can see how it could be off-putting.

"Now kiss me."
"Darling, I am going to fuck your brains out."

Nice one bruva.

Me:

Justin Kerrigan:

Me:

Justin Kerrigan:

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Justin Kerrigan: HAHAHAHHEHOPUFBRJHLRFHFJFRHRFUGHLFJKREU

Edgy!

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I liked this when I was younger, I think. Something like "this is an edgy and unconventional look at anxious unsure twenty somethings. It gets me. I want to go out now!"

Now I think "What is this bollocks? The visual metaphors are too blatent. Why is everyone zooming about on travelator's? This group of twats look like the worst people on every night out."

turned it off and watched the clubbing episode from spaced instead.

also - we were watching a version that was dubbed in german. if anything it would have went off sooner if it was in english.

An English, not-as-good Trainspotting

Ecstasy, techno music, and friendship. 

This movie was fucking fire yo I love this era and I love this genre. Def not for everyone but if ya can relate to it personally it’s a must watch, the passionate and expert filmmaking is only the cherry on top bruv. 

Also low key this is a Thom York biopic.

Leben fürs Wochenende.
Eine Zeitkapsel in die ausklingenden Neunziger, in denen offensichtlich jeder Versicherungsvertreter abends Ecstasy geschmissen hat, zumindest im deprimierenden Cardiff.
Der Film will Lust am Leben und Exzess zeigen, dass gelingt ihm zu großen Teilen auch sehr gut, nur trägt das wohl eher einen Kurzfilm als einen Überneunzugminüter.