I read Bully: A True Story of High School Revenge by Jim Schutze about a group of teenagers who were fed up with their “friend” Bobby Kent, a body-building who got his jollies from bullying everyone. It was a fantastic book and I was excited to learn there was a movie by the same title vowed that I’d soon get around to watching it.
Browsing through Netflix one day, I came across said movie and decided it was time to watch it.
Despite my mother wishing otherwise, I’m no where near being a prude but Bully thoroughly disgusted me. It’s like the writers’ intent was to create a soft porn flick and toss in true story for good measure – except they didn’t quite get it right. To have done so otherwise would have been certain death for Bully, the movie.
First, the kids came out a bit more productive than they really were. The real story is these kids were pathetic, lazy, going-nowhere losers who were always looking for the easy way out. Somehow in their stupid little heads, murder was easier than standing up to Bobby Kent and finding new friends – a.k.a. no-ambition street trash. And don’t even get me started on the appearances – Lisa was a lot smaller (weight wise) and too timid to be realistic but, of course, you can’t be a damsel in distress when you’re tipping the scale at 250 pounds. And, lastly, Bobby Kent’s character was way too skinny. Nick Stahl, the actor who played Bobby, is a skinny little weasel I could snap like a twig with a hard stare. Come on, Bobby was a bully mainly because of his weight lifting and steriod obsession!
Lastly, the acting just downright sucks and I am shocked at how many great reviews this got at Amazon. One person commented that I didn’t “get the movie,” that it wasn’t really about the “true story” but the lesson to be learned about the peer pressure of needing to fit in.
Really? Hmmm, because I feel strongly if you name a movie by the same title as a book with an identical story, seems to me your intent was to tell a real story. Of course, that’s an awful big expectation of a movie filmed in 23 days – which if I had known beforehand would have been warning enough.
This was a disturbing pack of kids who committed a horrific crime and an interesting movie could have been created – without the raunch factor, such as tossing the F-bomb out 274 times (if you’re going to steer clear of reality, this is the area to steer clear). So, unless you’re in the mood for a movie the equivelant of what you’ll see on Cinemax After Dark (think of the slang “Skinemax”), skip it. Trust me, you’ll miss nothing in the way of true crime.
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