'ey who are they to say that man? who's to say that the mad aren't just on a different level of evolution to the rest of us?'
having spent a bit of the evening at eastbourne psych ward looking at the bruises on my girlfriend's mother's neck, this was one line struck me as extremely crass, to the point where i was embarrassed, not for me or her but, y'know, for all of us. there were many others i found embarrassing: you know the petulant look teenagers get when their parents are teasing them about the silliness of the music they listen to? the earnestness, the worthiness, the inescapable-small-and-pointlessness that the youth feels? i felt as if almost every line was being said in that face.
'god no-one understands me. poor me in my rubbish job.'
'that's nothing, i can do a fanny fart'
err, and the acting was it? come on bruvva nice one bruvva - coming from he who was in the borrowers and kevincostner: king of thieves? well geezer geezer geezer indeed, the jamie oliver of boring pillheads and...did you really think his acting was good? and the acting of the others (esp. the main guy who's ian hart w'out the...intent)? the acting of egg?
and as for my rave credentials, well i've spent a few long weekends on e's-whizz(96-7)-coke(98-9) w. absinthe in the pub for starters, but i didn't spend my late teens in a piss-ant bag of shit place like cardiff, and have little symapthy for anyone who did. last decent e's i remember as a thing were the mitsubishi's in 98, but by the time this film came out i'd got over the facefuck techno that had been my darncemuzik initiation, had no interest in the 'hard' house scene that Human Traffic seemed to be about (musical lightweights no matter their impressive tolerance of poisons), and whenever I went to a club ended up going 'what's this? breakbeat? you mean hip-hop without the vocal counter rhythms? what's the fucking point of that?' and shoving home in a humbug. for the record these days i go to a club about four times a year and dance myself sick on mushrooms and powders.
the episode of spaced does it so much better to my mind:
'my work here is done' |