Pug, an inner city boy living in Baltimore, is just shy of becoming a teenager and is obsessed with urban motorsports. In particular he idolizes a group of vigilantes that take over the main streets in his neighborhood called the 12 O’clock boys. They get their name-to-fame from the ability to wheelie their vehicle to the point of complete inversion giving the impression of the hands of a clock at 12. Pug’s goal in life is to perfect this trick and gain the respect from this brotherhood with hopes to ride along side them.
The majority of the footage gave a dirty aesthetic as if the camera was picked up at a pawn shop. The transition between scenes on the other hand used a high quality camera with slow motion, capturing these street riders frozen in that moment, which was in essence the only mesmerizing aspect of the film.
The prominent theme was the underground perspective through the eyes of the under privileged youth living in the ghetto. Complimentary to this was the home environment of the main character and a typical single mother living in the projects, lacking a filtered vocabulary even around her young children.
The problem lies within the storyline, showcasing three years of this young boys ambitious training and maturing process while squeezing it into a cool hour and 12 minutes. One would assume this to be a rushed process, if there was some material to go off of. What ended up happening was the film had no substance, falling short in delivering any progression or redemption.
The message the audience will take from this film is the jaded mentally instilled within this culture, which is openly portrayed on screen. The anarchical driven mischief, stemming from a false sense of liberties, only confirms the stereotypes the outside world gives this demographic leaving the viewer perplexed as well as unsympathetic.