A well-portrayed expose of hate. And remorse.

Rating: 9/10 (21 May 1999)

This is one of those movies that begs your average moviegoer to hate it. Hate it for violence, for racism, for brutality. The truth is, this movie would do more to abrogate racism, brutality, and (maybe) violence if it were shown more widely. Edward Norton proves he is not interested in being a pretty boy, but an actor. Edward Furlong continues to remind us all he's more than that effeminate kid from T2. For those of us old enough to remember the birth of skinheads, this movie portrayed their hateful, baseless stance head-on. If you were ever thrown in a moshpit at a Suicidal Tendencies show, you know how you were kicked. By the biggest group of losers in town. Until they found Derek Vinyard and felt vindicated. However, this movie turns around and displays the other side. The mindless quest to be a gangsta. Without concern. The only downside of this movie is the preachiness which was understandable but overblown. The generational influences in this movie are brilliant. From Dad, to brother, to little brother, hate begets hate. An excellent movie, with balls that movies like "Colors" would have benefited from.