A movie about teenage males that stylishly gets the fact that time seems to be standing still while passing at a rate of knots. Its impressionistic take on youthful ennui tends toward the pretentious since its character analysis is the essential theme of this drama rather than any plot device. Growing up means finding one's place in the world; while avoiding pseudo gang leaders with nowhere to lead one because one possesses a childlike need to be led.
There is also madness here, as a result of loveless childhoods, from this who lack the courage to liberate themselves with a pained obsession with the past; leading to a lack of a future.
Ultimately, this is an intelligent exercise in style (with the addition of pertinent references to Greek mythology) from a great film director treading water. The high contrast photography is crisp, clear and long focused; creating a strong illusion of depth. The performances are excellently charismatic – especially Mickey Rourke as the doomed Motorcycle Boy – and the music toe tapping.
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