Larry Clark is some kind of pedophile director. I kept thinking critics were namecalling because of the hard hitting truth that his films depict - about sexually corrupted youths plaguing current society - but Wassup Rockers has Larry Clark admitting, "I clearly *am* a pedophile, boys and girls. I like indiscriminately filming close ups of underage whites and Latinos alike, because their lovemaking is gold in a city where social classes are racially distinct." Either that, or he does not know how to explain himself adequately (As demonstrated with the scene where a white cop pulls the racial card too frequently, this scene arguing that governmental whites are racist and discriminatory). Compared to Clark's other films where the NC-17 sexual explicitness provides a purpose, the sexuality in this film is mild but still creepy. The non professional main-character cast are the worst ones I've seen in a film; they look at the camera, they speak in monotone, they provide camp to the extreme. The conversations they have with each other seem unscripted but they are a chore to sit through and they hold the film back. Past the half point, it's an adventurous skateboard ride uphill, then downhill, and the encounters with the cameo appearances are funny. It's a nearly pointless film, if not for the second half which rescues it.