Kids
April 22nd 2008 05:06
I reviewed Kids (1995) early in 96 during its theatrical run in New Zealand. At the time I was resident film critic for an independent weekly newspaper called City Voice. My review heading was “Totally Fucked Up!” in big letters. I had convinced the editor to run with the profanity as it was integral to the film’s subject matter and was an important sub-text, albeit in your face. He ran with it.
When the movie came out it was considered pretty radical. An urban nightmare wake-up call for adults. I found it both disturbing and compelling. The pseudo-documentary look and feel of it, the use of non-professional actors in many of the roles, and the raw depiction of the adolescents’ attitude toward sex, these elements made Kids a very potent attack on any kind of moral complacency evident in adult audiences.
Watching the movie again twelve years later was interesting. The movie hasn’t changed, but my opinion of it has. The film’s “fuck you” attitude has softened considerably. It’s still a difficult film to deal with in that the lead male characters are obnoxious and objectionable. Their arrogance still permeates the movie. But the movie feels much more contrived than when I first watched it. It feels engineered to annoy.
Supposedly director Larry Clark stuck closely to the screenplay which was written by Harmony Korine (18 at the time he penned it), even though much of the action and over-lapping dialogue feels improvised. Some scenes smack of a kind of deliberate button-pushing, in order to provoke outrage in the audience. Telling it like it is? Twelve years on, I’m not entirely sold. There are some which feel genuinely insightful, while others just seem over-the-top and unnecessary, such as an ugly lynching of a hood in a crowded city park, and the party rape at film’s end. Perhaps director Clark simply wanted to highlight the perpetuation of social diseases such as brutal random violence and non-consensual sex?
Kids was before the reality television epidemic, but looking at the way it was filmed and directed I know in this current climate of amateur porn and DIY street drama Kids would’ve been more interesting and arguably would enjoy a longer shelf life as a curio had it been a real documentary rather than the rambling, incidental, dystopian drama it was made as.
The “plot” follows teenaged Telly (Leo Fitzpatrick) and Casper (Justin Pierce, who committed suicide aged 25, five years after making the movie) a couple of mischievous wannabe Lotharios. Telly loves to ball virgins, and it’s his careless amoral attitude torward sex which bookends the movie as a voice-over. He and Casper roam the streets of Manhattan drinking and carousing and generally acting like a couple of dicks.
Teenagers Jennie (Chloe Sevigny) and her friend Ruby (Rosario Dawson) after chin-wagging about sex all afternoon with other girlfriends go to have a HIV-blood test. Jennie has had one sexual partner: Telly, whereas Ruby admits to around nine or so. Then in a darkly ironic twist Ruby’s results are clean, but Jennie has tested positive. She is dumbstruck and in a state of grief-stricken panic abandons Ruby in order to search out Telly before he infects any more girls.
The rest of the movie alternates between Telly and Casper fooling around, including robbing a convenience store, a detailed rolling of a large Philly blunt in Washington Square Park, the aforementioned lynching, and ending up at a debauched house party, and Jennie getting fucked up on pills and trying to find moments of escape (ie floating around Tunnel nightclub). Jennie eventually finds her way to the house party only to walk in on Telly humping away on young Darcy (Yakira Peguero) barely in her teens. She falls into a deeper funk and passes out on the sofa only to have Casper take advantage of her dark slumber and rape her amidst numerous comatose bodies lying prone from excessive partying.
Cut to Telly and nubile zonked out on bed and Telly’s voiceover stating matter-of-factly that without sex life has no purpose for him, cut to Casper sitting naked on couch, awakening and staring blearily into the camera and muttering, “Jesus Christ! What happened?” A curious way to finish the movie with, yet it carried more weight when I first saw it. Now it feels frustratingly tenuous at best. As if Larry Clark is avoiding any responsibility.
Bad parenting, you betcha! Kids is a modern sociological nightmare, but it’s power to shock has diminished with time, only because we are inundated with so many real life stories of moral degradation, ethical corruption and adolescent apathy, that the “fictionalised” account of Kids now seems trite.
The best things about Kids are Eric Edwards vibrant cinematography, the debut performances of Chloe Sevigny and Rosario Dawson, and the original jangly guitar work of grunge legend Lou Barlow and John Davis.
I haven’t seen Ken Park, but I’ve seen Bully. Larry Clark is a talented director, but Kids isn’t the classic date stamp I thought it might end up as (and it'll put you off pashing for a while ...)
Here's the theatrical trailer;
And just to be contentious here's the blunt rolling scene:
When the movie came out it was considered pretty radical. An urban nightmare wake-up call for adults. I found it both disturbing and compelling. The pseudo-documentary look and feel of it, the use of non-professional actors in many of the roles, and the raw depiction of the adolescents’ attitude toward sex, these elements made Kids a very potent attack on any kind of moral complacency evident in adult audiences.
Watching the movie again twelve years later was interesting. The movie hasn’t changed, but my opinion of it has. The film’s “fuck you” attitude has softened considerably. It’s still a difficult film to deal with in that the lead male characters are obnoxious and objectionable. Their arrogance still permeates the movie. But the movie feels much more contrived than when I first watched it. It feels engineered to annoy.
Supposedly director Larry Clark stuck closely to the screenplay which was written by Harmony Korine (18 at the time he penned it), even though much of the action and over-lapping dialogue feels improvised. Some scenes smack of a kind of deliberate button-pushing, in order to provoke outrage in the audience. Telling it like it is? Twelve years on, I’m not entirely sold. There are some which feel genuinely insightful, while others just seem over-the-top and unnecessary, such as an ugly lynching of a hood in a crowded city park, and the party rape at film’s end. Perhaps director Clark simply wanted to highlight the perpetuation of social diseases such as brutal random violence and non-consensual sex?
Kids was before the reality television epidemic, but looking at the way it was filmed and directed I know in this current climate of amateur porn and DIY street drama Kids would’ve been more interesting and arguably would enjoy a longer shelf life as a curio had it been a real documentary rather than the rambling, incidental, dystopian drama it was made as.
The “plot” follows teenaged Telly (Leo Fitzpatrick) and Casper (Justin Pierce, who committed suicide aged 25, five years after making the movie) a couple of mischievous wannabe Lotharios. Telly loves to ball virgins, and it’s his careless amoral attitude torward sex which bookends the movie as a voice-over. He and Casper roam the streets of Manhattan drinking and carousing and generally acting like a couple of dicks.
Teenagers Jennie (Chloe Sevigny) and her friend Ruby (Rosario Dawson) after chin-wagging about sex all afternoon with other girlfriends go to have a HIV-blood test. Jennie has had one sexual partner: Telly, whereas Ruby admits to around nine or so. Then in a darkly ironic twist Ruby’s results are clean, but Jennie has tested positive. She is dumbstruck and in a state of grief-stricken panic abandons Ruby in order to search out Telly before he infects any more girls.
The rest of the movie alternates between Telly and Casper fooling around, including robbing a convenience store, a detailed rolling of a large Philly blunt in Washington Square Park, the aforementioned lynching, and ending up at a debauched house party, and Jennie getting fucked up on pills and trying to find moments of escape (ie floating around Tunnel nightclub). Jennie eventually finds her way to the house party only to walk in on Telly humping away on young Darcy (Yakira Peguero) barely in her teens. She falls into a deeper funk and passes out on the sofa only to have Casper take advantage of her dark slumber and rape her amidst numerous comatose bodies lying prone from excessive partying.
Cut to Telly and nubile zonked out on bed and Telly’s voiceover stating matter-of-factly that without sex life has no purpose for him, cut to Casper sitting naked on couch, awakening and staring blearily into the camera and muttering, “Jesus Christ! What happened?” A curious way to finish the movie with, yet it carried more weight when I first saw it. Now it feels frustratingly tenuous at best. As if Larry Clark is avoiding any responsibility.
Bad parenting, you betcha! Kids is a modern sociological nightmare, but it’s power to shock has diminished with time, only because we are inundated with so many real life stories of moral degradation, ethical corruption and adolescent apathy, that the “fictionalised” account of Kids now seems trite.
The best things about Kids are Eric Edwards vibrant cinematography, the debut performances of Chloe Sevigny and Rosario Dawson, and the original jangly guitar work of grunge legend Lou Barlow and John Davis.
I haven’t seen Ken Park, but I’ve seen Bully. Larry Clark is a talented director, but Kids isn’t the classic date stamp I thought it might end up as (and it'll put you off pashing for a while ...)
Here's the theatrical trailer;
And just to be contentious here's the blunt rolling scene:
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Comment by Damo
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I am not a fan of film that are low budget and try to shock or push the boundaries. They seem to date quickly and only have a following from middle aged hippies trying to recapture their defining moments in life. Yet when the shock value is gone many of these movies really suck.
Comment by Bryn
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rosario dawson and chloe sevigny are easily the coolest american women in film these days, its interesting that they both got their break in the same film!
Comment by JohnDoe
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I was very impressed with Kids at the cinema and have eagerly awaited a DVD release....your review makes it even more paramount I revisit the film in hindsight....for the record Bully is Larry Clark's best work IMO and still leaves me in awe after viewing.
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I met him once, he was a good guy and a great skater.
RIP
Comment by Bryn
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that's the beauty of watching movies ... they don't change, but you do.
Undercover Brother, yeah I discovered that when checking the cast list ... Shame, he had potential. I wonder why he did it?
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