There is nothing more unbearably boring than watching a person take drugs and talk endlessly about what it feels like, when you're not on drugs yourself. Along the way, mixmaster John Digweed and DJ Polywog drop by to play the film's two memorable tracks.
Groove is largely plotless and uninformative.
The eye-popping array of fashion possibilities at urban raves are ignored, and Harrison imparts little of the intricacies of turntablism, settling for closeups of mixing decks and interchangeable spinners. It's refreshing that the director neither encourages nor condones drug use, but he also fails to inform. Still, Groove could have tried harder. At the Charles Theatre.