Clark pokes his lenses where they don't belong; and though the actresses both are 21, they look young enough that the film edges uncomfortably close to child pornography. full review
If you stick with Bully through its seemingly endless repetition of themes and its hurl-inducing hand-held camerawork, it does build a crude, indefinable power. full review
Attention must be paid, because this story of middle-class suburban teens who murder one of their own is all true. full review
Exposes us to the true horror of what's going on in these kids' lives. full review
Neither killers nor victim are drawn from life, just from lurid teen-exploitation pictures past. full review
Clark's probing camera leers, but it also reflects truth, providing visions of a hard reality most of us would be unable to comprehend and unwilling to face. full review
A needy movie made by a needy director, peopled with actors who come off as mindless blanks. full review
Closer to teen pornography than to teen tragedy.
The moral wasteland of suburban youth has been examined, earlier and better, in The River's Edge. Clark's leering leads nowhere: In Bully, he has nothing new to say, and, in the end, no real point to make.