I didn't get this film one bit. It was so alien to me. It's not because I don't understand clubbing - I was an original old school person, attending probably every club and rave all over the UK at least once or twice between 87 and 92 (when it ended for me). It was truly great, a cultural experience that is so great it defies description. The sense of being together and love was amazing. I knew every underground club from Shoom, Future, Spectrum, Clink Street, Hacienda, Sub Club, Coaches (and the huge numbers of clubs which didn't become so famous) and every day was a truly great experience. I spent sometimes most of a week in the same field, still dancing and chilling - so many fields, hangars, warehouses, mills, beaches, country houses etc. The name ecstacy for the feeling of those seven years inclusive (87 to 92 for me) from Dundee to Antrim Town to Penarth to Ipswich, whether you took stimulants or not, was very understated.
Conversely, I recognise nothing about this film and I don't even know what it's about. If Human Traffic really were connected to clubbing in Cardiff (where I had some amazing times), and if I hadn't experienced the reality myself, from watching this film I would join the local Country and Western society and never think twice about going to a nightclub.
I guess the film chimed for some people. I had an indescribable time back then - seriously so, seriously good, not just a laugh - being simple and open. I know the nineties got a lot worse from 93 onwards but this film looks like the kind of clever, 'look at me' but hollow, synthetic TV episode I wanted to escape to fields, clubs and warehouses from back then.
Conversely, I recognise nothing about this film and I don't even know what it's about. If Human Traffic really were connected to clubbing in Cardiff (where I had some amazing times), and if I hadn't experienced the reality myself, from watching this film I would join the local Country and Western society and never think twice about going to a nightclub.
I guess the film chimed for some people. I had an indescribable time back then - seriously so, seriously good, not just a laugh - being simple and open. I know the nineties got a lot worse from 93 onwards but this film looks like the kind of clever, 'look at me' but hollow, synthetic TV episode I wanted to escape to fields, clubs and warehouses from back then.