"A masterpiece!" proclaims Brit hip-hop stalwart Roots Manuva outside Kidulthood's premiere. It's one of several amusingly OTT eulogies found on the DVD's vox-pops, the likes of SkinnyMan, Blak Twang and AC & Terra rapping lyrical before surging into the post-screening party to fight for the mic.
More considered are the brief interviews with the film's stars. Like Jaime 'daughter of Ray' Winstone snorting derision when asked if Kidulthood, an unblinking stare at hoodie-yoof culture, will help solve the problem: "Yeah, we can clean up the streets. Don't do drugs, don't have sex. That's sooo unrealistic."
Still, at least Noel Clarke's inflammatory script is actually acknowledging the problem(s) by proffering an all-too-real world of bullying, teen pregnancy, drugs, thieving and worse. Schematic in places, didactic in others, Kidulthood nonetheless succeeds as a keening wake-up call to parents, the government and society in general.