Watching Traffik is a bit like being stuck in rush hour congestion. You’re bored; you begin to question the decisions that led you there; and you’re just waiting to get through it.
Incremental bits of simple, mostly unnecessary exposition are doled out in arduous fits and starts through the film’s first half. When some suspense is finally delivered, it comes with an uncomfortably artless depiction of human trafficking. Serious soundtrack selections and severe posturing border on irony in a final act that neatly races through plot points of a disturbing real-life scourge.