| Original Score: 3/4
| Original Score: 3.5/4
| Original Score: 2.5/4
A sad, bracing -- and often great -- film.
The moral wasteland of suburban youth has been examined, earlier and better, in The River's Edge. Clark's leering leads nowhere: In Bully, he has nothing new to say, and, in the end, no real point to make.
Closer to teen pornography than to teen tragedy.
| Original Score: 2/4
A needy movie made by a needy director, peopled with actors who come off as mindless blanks.
Clark's probing camera leers, but it also reflects truth, providing visions of a hard reality most of us would be unable to comprehend and unwilling to face.
Neither killers nor victim are drawn from life, just from lurid teen-exploitation pictures past.
| Original Score: 2/4
Exposes us to the true horror of what's going on in these kids' lives.
Attention must be paid, because this story of middle-class suburban teens who murder one of their own is all true.
If you stick with Bully through its seemingly endless repetition of themes and its hurl-inducing hand-held camerawork, it does build a crude, indefinable power.
Clark pokes his lenses where they don't belong; and though the actresses both are 21, they look young enough that the film edges uncomfortably close to child pornography.
Some call it realism; I'd call it exploitation.
Clark is not some objectified, outside adult observer making an after-school special, but an artist who has made a leap into this teenage mindscape.
| Original Score: 4/4
Fixated on young flesh, it never really get us inside the skins it keeps stripping naked.
A riot of sleazy camera moves, bad acting, and maladroit profane dialogue.
An honest piece of work by a filmmaker who has found his level.
Some of his detractors have called Mr. Clark a pornographer, but this is an insult to honest smut-peddlers, who treat their subjects with more respect than he does.
| Original Score: 0.5/5
A truly repulsive piece of trash that says far more about the absence of values from contemporary filmmaking than the waywardness of teens.
| Original Score: 0/4
It becomes disturbingly clear that Clark is himself exploiting his young people, ogling their unblemished bodies.
| Original Score: 1.5/5
There's nothing shocking anymore about [Clark's] zit-pocked brand of titillation.
One has to wonder about the mind-set of a middle-aged filmmaker who repeatedly seeks out material about amoral and promiscuous teenagers with little to say.
The movie's brew of exploitation and guilt is messagey in the worst way.
| Original Score: C+
Even more voyeuristic than Kids.
The acting is hypnotically good.