The plot is this – in a post-apocalyptic world, humans have resorted to a tribal lifestyle, basic hunter-and-gatherers with time off to reflect on relics of “the old world” of LA in 2001. Od way” – I mean that this is the kind of movie that’s so bad you get pissed off with yourself for watching it. I don’t mean that in a “it’s so bad it’s go I’m just going to take a break and say that this is one of the worst movies ever made. The late (and criminally underrated) Brad Renfro put it best on a refreshingly honest – and I mean that literally this time – making of featurette that ‘Larry Clark isn’t a good director – he assembles a good cast and lets them do the work for him.’ Bully is a good movie because of its cast – not its direction. There’s no justification for it here – it’s just proof that he’s a lecherous perve. Clark can often justify (or try to, anway) his crotch-lingering, chest-hovering camera shots in that they often occur in, before or after a sex scene and it represents the characters state of mind, and incidentally Larry Clark’s obvious lust. In the middle of this, Clark films a shot directly at her crotch (and, well, the character is not one to wear underwear…). Bijou Phillips’ character is getting a pedicure and talking on the phone. There is one shot in particular the rings out. But Clark films it in his true style – nigh-pornographic. The cast are all very good, and it’s a reasonably well-made move.
The plot is actually about a group of teenagers who get fed up with one Incredibly domineering kid (the titular bully) and murder him.
The difference here is that this is a true story. Bully is yet another film dealing with teenagers who do drugs, have lots of sex and not much else. In 2001, Clark made his best film to date, which is possibly me praising it with faint damns.
“In the hope of a big score, two junkie couples team up to commit various drug robberies which go disastrously wrong leading to dissent, violence and murder.”īut let’s see here, we’ve got James Woods and Melanie Griffith, who have chalked up their fair share of reprehensible characters in their time (“Melanie Griffith?!” I hear you asked, stunned, only for me to answer with “Milk Money”.) and Vincent Kartheiser has excelled in the past at playing people I’ve wanted to punch in the face… He followed Kids up with Another Day in Paradise in 1998, which I must admit I haven’t seen, but the IMDb tells me the plot is:
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