From above we see her face and his back, he's pounding away, she's moaning, clearly distressed. Segue to Telly's voice-over, narrating what we've just witnessed to Casper, and a series of fast cuts, as he hurtles himself down the narrow apartment building stairway. You're wondering what you've gotten yourself into. Telly bursts through the door, outside to the stoop where Casper has been waiting. Casper lopes along, carrying his skateboard and downing a 40-oz., as Telly chatters on, high on his adventure.
Hard guitars kick in.
Thoughtful, imperfect, relentless, it's a scary movie. In other words, these are kids dealing with sex much as many so-called adults do, awkwardly, carelessly, meanly. Because they are kids, the depiction seems particularly intense, unglossy, with no potential for romantic redemptions. The business of warning labels pretends to be interested in protecting The Children, but Bob Dole betrayed that alibi when he offered up True Lies as righteous family entertainment. They watch for a minute, then walk away, holding hands.