The Bye Bye Man
The Bye Bye Man is the kind of film that is so boring and bereft of anything of possible interest that it becomes infuriating.
Act like an adult. Be fake.
So says one of the feckless heroes of "Human Traffic," a sad comedy about druggies in Wales. This movie is about how he and his friends already are acting like adults. They're right that many adults are fakes, but some adults at least know when they're faking it. These kids are clueless.
They know how to take drugs and feel good. That doesn't require cleverness. When they don't take drugs, they don't feel good, partly because of withdrawal, partly because they lack any other avenue to happiness. They possess, for the time being, youth. It is their only capital, and when it is spent, they will lead the rest of their lives empty-handed. They're sheep marching into the slaughter of middle age.
The film takes place in Cardiff, in Wales, and is mostly about five friends who have jobs of stultifying boredom. They live for the weekends, when they can go out to rave clubs, use ecstasy, heroin and whatever else they can get their hands on, and pretend for 48 hours that they are free. They have high spirits and their speech possesses the style and wit that can still be heard in those pockets of verbal invention (Ireland is another) where conversation is still an art form.