July 7th, 2015
After feeling almost tonally disconnected from film for the last couple of months I was sent this article the other day.
It reminded me that there were (are) people who are pushing boundaries of this medium the name of art. Who are flying by the seat of their pants while trying to make something that is dangerous or new and hasn't been planned out to a degree that all the humanity (the rough, tough, ugly/beautiful humanity) has been boiled clean out.
I don't know if any of you like Harmony Korine. I've spent a not insignificant amount of space here over the years discussing or defending his films. Kids is a movie that he didn't direct but he did write it and it is as much his movie as it is Larry Clark's. Korine's style and voice are all over the thing. It's film that stylistically and spiritually harkens back to the 1970s--a time considered by many to be Hollywood's true golden period.
It's worth another look even if it is just in the form of this article from Rolling Stone. That may be all it gets because, as much as I love it, Kids is tough to watch.
It was meant to be.