Doing justice to the rave scene on screen isn't easy, though Justin Kerrigan managed it with charm and wit in his 1999 movie Human Traffic. This film, sadly, is something else again: it's rammed with cliches and silliness and conforms to a lot of stereotypes, the most suspect being the obligatory scene in Ibiza whose only purpose is to show loads of young women with no tops on. Jack O'Connell and Henry Lloyd-Hughes play a couple of likely lads in 1990 who start organising warehouse parties, and get sucked into the dark side of violence and drugs. The actors do their best, and Ben Batt is strong as the appalling John the Rat, but this is weak and the ending ("Trust me – it's over") is just ridiculous.
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