Mark Cunliffe’s review published on Letterboxd:
I love that this still stands up because, when you consider the 90s, so much of the culture just doesn't. It was so laddish and yet here's a film that passes the Bechdal test and explores the sexual anxieties and inadequacies of men. It's also an unashamedly, mostly positive look at drug culture ("statistically you're more likely to die from choking on a cabbage leaf or an argument in the pub than dropping an E" ) and, as such, is a more accurate depiction of my 90s and early 00s than the perceived wisdom. Safe as fuck, indeed.
Also, given that everyone freely admits to approaching some scenes chemically, it's fun to try and guess which scenes. Spot the saucer-like pupils!
See previous review here.