Club Le Monde review

Fear not - this isn't a subtitled documentary on French techno, but a fictional snapshot of London nightspot, the Club Le Monde. The third film in writer-director Simon Rumley's mini-budget trilogy on youth culture (following Strong Language and The Truth Game), it captures the highs and the lows of a single evening in the life of the club. Under the spotlight are a heartbroken ex-couple, their best mates, a pair of under-age posh boys, an insecure bouncer, an under-pressure owner and a host of other colourful partygoers.

Refreshingly unpretentious, Club Le Monde isn't a paean to drug-fuelled hedonism, a la Human Traffic. There are no glow-sticks or whistles here - the setting is simply a backdrop for a bunch of diverse and likeable characters crossing paths on a typical night out. With a capable ensemble cast - there are fine cameos from Danny Nussbaum and Paul Popplewell - and a hint of Guy Ritchie's slick style, Rumley weaves the various threads together to form a realistic and funny portrayal of universal clublife.