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 Jean-Pierre Gorin, |
Crasy with an 's' instead of a 'z' is the Gangsters's spelling, not the Webster's. "Bangers" are gangsters. The proof : banger = gangbanger = gangster = member of a gang. The film maker moves around with today's young american desperados, men of violence, advancing in hordes with their own secret audiovisual language of rap jargon and graffiti skills. A realistic documentary with interviews galore develops in a fictional story and staged events (including the computer information in police cars materializes in the form of a "hypertalk" voice). The everyday signs of the urban existence of these coloured youths, most of whom are destined to die an early, violent death or to go to jail, reveal mental and emotional patterns that have everything to do with an ambiguous travesty of the family. Jean-Pierre Gorin penetrates a "foreign" and complex social fabric thanks to an intense cooperation with the "objects of his study". "Where questions can only be posed by a banger to bangers ?". The members of a Samoan Crip Gang in Long Beach California determine the conditions and the tone of the film and that rings out loud and clear : "Fuck Margaret Mead! That's M.E.A.D.!" |
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 Une Journée dans une Famille Belge |
 Les Maîtres Fous |
 The Simple Song |
 Trobriand Cricket |
 Gender Crash |
 Shut the Fuck Up |
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