I Saw A Film!
I forgot I’d seen this film. Somehow in my mind it was Randy Quaid rather than Hopper in the role of the blown-away, veteran, drug-dealer waving pistols at kids. But, then, it’s a tricky film in which we’re taken through a fictionalized story of an actual, and weird, murder scene that apparently happened basically as portrayed. However, this story rather asks the question, what the heck happened with these kids? Why’d it take so long to call the cops? Didn’t anyone care?
So, a loutish boy with a big head and a tiny mouth, murders his cute little girlfriend, leaving her dead in the grass by the river. His response to her death appears, not careless, but instead rather confused. He goes to his pals and exposes his murderous act. First they’re sure it’s a big joke, but soon enough, as they poke the poor girl’s pale nudity, realize it’s for real. Now what happens is the odd mess of the story. They don’t make a pact of any sort they just decide, gang-style, to sort of cover for their comrade. Like a police union. What follows is a digression of messy lives, drug warnings, and the usual conservative fears of broken homes and lack of love for formative years.
The problem is we’re writing off the keenu Reeves teens and we’re focused on the meanness of the twelve year old boy who “killed” his little sister’s doll, hangs around with another tween who expertly uses nunchuks and borders not on adulthood, but on the verge of the wickedness of illicit gang-life.
Crispin Glover is the stand-out part here, a chatty, leather-clad stoner with a suped-up VW bug who takes it upon himself to seriously protect the killer, with a devotion the lout does not seem to much deserve.
In the finale, there is a bit of redemption around the social arrangements. The big brother makes up with his kid brother, and we’re left hoping that at least that relationship may survive.
This is running free on Prime (USA) and is a sour, dark film. Meant as a shocker of American society, we can at least see it as not some kind of harbinger of the evil of our times. This isn’t some kind of youthful normality, or something that makes Boomers “Think” (re: fear), but, instead, a kind of strange representation of a cruel event being managed by immaturity.