With an initially innocent passion for a good party, the boys have a simple dream: hosting one epic rave night, to be entitled 'Valhalla'. Realising their vision with little real effort and hitting upon instant success, Matt and Dylan find themselves at the top of Manchester's acid house scene, with all that that entails.
While it may not open up any new areas of discussion towards its subject matter, the shallowness of Weekender's story speaks volumes; a lifestyle of endless nights out, intoxicated on ecstasy and 'big tunes', is ultimately one devoid of any real substance until things turn extremely sour.
Far from glamorising drug abuse, Weekender - like Skins - feels a lot closer to reality in its depiction of youth drug culture than perhaps many have given it credit for. Whilst Weekender does, in the end, take a moral stance over matters, it never adopts a black-and-white, overly-didactic brand of naiveté.
Weekender is unlikely to be seen, let alone appreciated, anywhere outside of the UK, but thanks to Golden's sturdy direction and his knowledge of the film's subject and locations, its certainly a trip worth taking.