Director Catherine Hardwicke ("Thirteen"), who replaced David Fincher on the project, clearly has no real feel for this material.
That said, this narrative re-creation of Peraltaâs doc, from his own script and directed by Thirteenâs Catherine Hardwicke, is a blast, as accurate as it ought to be with more than enough mythology thrown in for good measure.
Hardwicke directed 2003's Thirteen, one of the great debut features of the past 20 years, and her follow-up has the same impassioned empathy for the unpolished and dispossessed, the kids for whom Stanford does not beckon.
Now Peralta has turned screenwriter, dramatizing their story in no-holds-barred fashion but entrusting the film's direction to Catherine Hardwicke, an inspired choice, given the insight and compassion for troubled, reckless teens she revealed so memorably in "Thirteen."
It's also less sensational than Hardwick's last project, Thirteen, a compelling depiction of teens, sex and drugs.
Don't forget the girlfriends, who include Marisol Diaz (Raising Victor Vargas), Nikki Reed (Thirteen), and America Ferrera (Real Women Have Curves).