An affectionate tongue in cheek look at an early nineties club, when rave culture had just moved from open air events to indoor clubs. It comprises some 30 or so fairly dippy characters and paints them with an amusingly broad brush. I went to see it with three other people one of them howled with laughter every few minutes, as I did. One person laughed once in the whole film (in the wrong place). The fourth person either was not in the habit of giving vent to laughter when presented with such fare or had politely fallen asleep so as not to disturb our enjoyment. If you haven't had any flirtation with the club scene, recreational drugs, getting off your face, and waving your arms about to repetitive music, then you need broad powers of empathy to enjoy this movie to the fullest. It's not a documentary, but the hapless characters are convincing enough to be really funny and memorable. This isn't to say rave culture is dominated by such losers, but there is a fair share of them and the proportion was probably higher then than it is now. All in all, Club le Monde is far more insightful than other attempts to transfer the panoply of club culture lifestyle to the screen than other films that have attempted the same thing.
