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.

Worships at the altar of Trainspotting, but has a feel of authenticity to it which Boyle and Welsh shed in favour of style. I imagine this was a massive inspiration for Edgar Wright.

i said nice one, nice one bruvva
NICE ONE BRUVVAAAA
(young geez danny dyer is a pilled up angel in this)

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

Essentially the inspiration for Skins, over the course of an hour and a half the madcap energy of John Sim, Danny Dyer and co never really lets up as this slightly dated looking but still very funny tale of nineties youth follows a handful of young folk prepping for a night out in Cardiff and then going wild on the town. As a companion piece to Trainspotting it's well worth a watch.

Like a crap extended episode of Spaced with unlikeable one-sided characters. The only saving grace is Jon Simm’s acting. I was disappointed by this film as i’m always looking for something to make me nostalgic for my childhood in 90’s england... but this was lame. I’ll stick to Spaced.

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

Nice one bruva.

NICE ONE BRUVA

Looking to escape their difficult lives, a group of friends head out to a club to party.