Amazon.com video review:
Human Traffic wants to be a Trainspotting for the rave
set, and so it has thick British accents, hip snotty attitudes, slick visuals, a
propulsive electronic soundtrack, and unfortunately some very weak writing
and drab characters. A band of friends, with the cute names of Jip, Koop, Nina,
Lulu, and Moff, are sex-obsessed clubgoers having some sort of
premature midlife crisis. Jip and Lulu are best friends, only their
friendship is about to be threatened by sexual tension. Koop gets ravingly
jealous about his girlfriend, Nina. Moff masturbates a lot and has a
repressive dad. Jip's mother is a prostitute. Koop's father is a paranoid
schizophrenic. What little plot there is revolves around whether or not
they'll get into a particularly hip club. Critics usually complain that
movies are too much like music videos, but Human Traffic could
stand to be more of one. All the best moments are when the tepid dialogue
stops and the driving beats and quickly edited images take over. A
brief break dancing sequence is a moment of genuine dazzle. The actors
aren't completely without charm, but the movie is just trying too hard to
achieve the effervescent buzz it seeks. --Bret Fetzer
