Larry (Kids) Clark has found his subject (kids) and isn't looking for another. This time, with a bit less of a shock factor and even more of a boredom factor, it's a tight-pantsed gang of seven Hispanic skateboarders in South Central L.A. -- an Unmagnificent Seven of unexceptional skills, including their amateur improvisatory acting. There's a drive-by shooting prior to the end of the opening credits, and an aimless preamble on their home turf ("You got beer," purrs a pubescent sex kitten, "I like beer"), before they head out for a day in Beverly Hills, and a dive into the cheapest type of exploitation plotting: a traffic stop and an automobile impound, an arrest, a sexual overture from a pair of white-bread vamps ("You're not circumcised." "No, I'm Latino"), a brawl, a fatal shooting, a homosexual pedophile and a possibly fatal tumble down the stairs, a definitely fatal electrocution of a middle-aged face-lifted lush. The fatal shooter, by the way, a trigger-happy Hollywood star, is unmistakably a dead ringer for Clint Eastwood ("You know my policy. Shoot first and ask questions later"), but seeing as how the real Eastwood has become the screen's Voice of Conscience, Clark's satirical aim would seem to be wide of the mark by about twenty years. With Francisco Pedrasa, Jonathan Velasquez, Milton Velasquez, and Eddie Velasquez. (2006) — Duncan Shepherd
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