Wow, what to say? If you liked "Clerks" or are deep into the "rave" culture you'll no doubt enjoy this wacky drugged out piece of video-cinema.

Unfortunately, the majority of the movie-going population may think otherwise. Heavy on the "F" word, focusing on illegal drug consumption and expressed in a thick hyperactive and Welsh/British tongue; "Human Traffic" nonetheless keeps an uncaring chin up, proud as it is paranoid.

Subject matter aside, the production is a drain trap, catching all the social and philosophic ramblings of some excitable young UK talent, high, coming down, and otherwise never at a loss for words.

Almost entirely character driven, there is a faint attempt to make a plot out of getting an extra ticket so that this motley group of starburst mates can hit the hottest dance/drug club in all of Cardiff. Oh, and another smaller tension created by two best friends of opposite sex wondering if there's more to their relationship.

Besides, the occasional ecstasy-inspired gems that spew from these nervous pals; the look and feel of the production rattles with a juicy eye for the screen. Though, sometimes overdone and/or mis-edited, writer/director Justin Kerrigan interjects visuals that picturize what his characters are merely conceptualizing. It's a tactic that David E. Kelley does so well with "Ally McBeal." Overall, it's energy laden, cleanly-cut and looks good, and (like Kevin Smith of "Clerks" that later did "Dogma") full of future picture promise.

Watching stoned people swear is not my idea of a good time, but I did enjoy the production techniques and the minor relationships between these main characters and their parents.

In one scene, Muff's father chases him out of the house yelling about getting a job or something. The camera follows the two as they tear down the steps, Muff rants on how everyone he knows that has a job hates it and that he's just "not ready yet to be miserable."