I don't speak much French, and I watched this with no subtitles, but I loved it anyway. As usual with Larry Clark, there is plenty of sex, violence, and skateboarding. This may be his most visually beautiful film! 2016: Re-watch, this time with subs. I can see why this film would be extremely repulsive to a lot of viewers. I still like it. Like KIDS(1995), it is simultaneously repulsive and beautiful.
Maybe I'm getting old, and the fact that now these kids could be my children is becoming a factor, but suddenly Larry Clark's portrayal of youth seems really nihilistic. I mean... really nihilistic. There was nothing I could hold on to. (and I do remember my whole childhood and teen years). Maybe, just maybe, now it is beggining to be disturbing. Oh Larry, I need to listen to you talk about this. I'm lost.*
The smell, that sensorial physicality, is lost very early in the film, although the work with the adolescents is again magnificent as well the look towards their bodies. Yet, the rest, the small vain fictions and the too diegetically intentional sexual encounters, are a loss of expression as well as the changes of support, coarsely justified with the character of the boy who films, directly or figuratively. A mess.
For me, a Masterpiece. I was absorbed totally by the movie, so deeply. And it has nothing to do with me on a personal level. Some parts, some seconds of this movie, are beautifully perfect. This is an instant masterpiece. And a reminder that I have to dig and explore more films by Larry Clark.
Podría ser una secuela verdadera a "Kids", podría. Larry Clark logra captar la idea de la juventud pero es difícil plantarla en una realidad más allá del "se siente como". Conocí a muchos chicos así, pero nadie que fuera TAN punkvalemadresdiosestamuerto como ellos. Finalmente, Clark sigue conociendo la juventud a pesar de sus años. Es chavoruco y por eso se rifa. BONUS: Necesito ese box logo, hombre.
No idea how to rate this film. It's mostly terrible, like everything Clark has done since at least Ken Park; filled with paper-thin characters, leering close-ups and pretentious cutaways, but at least there is some pretention there. Maybe. Or maybe even slightly forgiving this mess is auteurism gone bad. It made me hate myself for detesting it so incoherently, or for not detesting it enough. 2/5, likely downgrade.