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Kids (1995)
Wanting to make a film about
contemporary youth culture, photographer and underground documentarian
Larry Clark was roaming the streets of New York during the early 1990s
when he met the young, aspiring writer Harmony Korine. Clark asked
Korine to write a script for him, and the result was this story about a
colourful yet largely homogenous group of irresponsible teenagers who, during a hot summer day, roam the streets of New York fuelled
by the desire to have sex and get high. The film was met with plenty of
moralising criticism, since its main thematic line is the
young lead character's sexual encounters (or rather, his hunt for virgins).
For this criticism to be valid, however, one would have to argue that Clark fronted his
themes in an exploitative manner, and so the
critics argued exactly that. Their mistake was to confuse Telly's exploitation
with Clark's – not an uncommon error by critics who
fail to consider the work they're analysing from a wider perspective. The second point is the semi-documentarian feel Clark achieved, owing to a combination of Korine's script, Clark's own background in similar environments, and his decision to populate the film with real people from the communities he depicts. Leo Fitzpatrick, Justin Pierce, Rosario Dawson, and Chloë Sevigny were all discovered by Clark and/or Korine in New York City, and although they were largely untrained, their closeness to the characters and situations made their performances remarkably real. The third and final point is the warmth and lack of judgement in Clark's direction. Although Kids can be seen as social criticism, it is really more of a social commentary. Clark's version of New York is a warm and friendly place occasionally ravaged by chaos. Admittedly, he points out the meaninglessness and brutality these kids experience and inflict, and the catastrophic consequences this can have. But there's a youthful vitality and a hint of optimism in everything they do – a sense of joie de vivre which, claims Clark, they do not extinguish themselves, but that the ravages of time and the eventual disappointments of lower-class urban adulthood will inevitably kill off.
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