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Films like "Trainspotting" and "Human Traffic" were among the first to acknowledge the existence of Britain's vibrant clubbing scene. "Club le Monde", the third feature from writer/director Simon Rumley, may be a little late off the mark, but it still provides an affectionate and perceptive homage to the music and madness of the early 90s.
Set in the eponymous establishment, a grotty nightspot on the periphery of London's West End, Rumley's movie swiftly introduces us to its 30-plus characters. They range from the club's avuncular proprietor Danny (Harper) to its tough Liverpudlian bouncer Mosh (Maudsley). The eclectic clientele includes two estranged lovers, a pair of gormless posh kids from Tunbridge Wells, a trio of flamboyant drag queens and a gum-chewing prat who won't take his sunglasses off (Nussbaum).
Rumley cannily, if rather mechanically, divides his cast into twos in order to facilitate aimless chitchat on a variety of unrelated topics. The camera jumps from the cloakroom to the toilet to the queue outside the club with the same restless energy as the banging tunes that accompany every single scene.
Some may find this tactic annoying, not least because his protagonists' opinions on body piercing, hit men, and drug-taking are not particularly insightful. It also has to be said that not all of Rumley's creations deserve the amount of screen time lavished upon them.
But at only 80 minutes it's hard to lose patience with a film that so unapologetically celebrates the energy and exuberance of modern youth culture.
