One part Kids and one part a nauseated take on Boys Don't Cry, Bully is an exploitation movie in the pejorative sense of the word. Loosely based on the 1993 murder of a South Florida teenager, the movie goes to laughable extremes in generalizing America's suburban teen lifestyle as filled with drugs, alcohol, pornography, sex and lurking violence. Brad Renfro tolerates constant humiliation and physical degradation from his best friend, a closet homosexual and insufferable bully (Nick Stahl), until his girlfriend (Rachel Miner) decides killing the bully is the best solution. A group of perverted teens rally around the dubious idea, egging one another on, until they escalate to committing the despicable deed. Director and blatant pedophile Larry Clark splashes teenage nudity and sexual intercourse around like so much cinematic Hamburger Helper. Basically, 106 minutes of profanity, nudity, intense sex and violence -- most all of it gratuitous.
The costumes were amazing and added to the brilliant production.
The striking colors and textures are reminiscent of Southern Colorado and New Mexico. Lovely work.