White Boy Rick

White Boy Rick est un film glauque, dont presque la moitié des séquences se déroulent soit la nuit, soit dans la pénombre. C'est sale, hirsute, pouilleux, tendu à l'extrême dans plusieurs passages, mais aussi chargé de tout le (risible) clinquant des années 80 avec ses boules disco, ses chaînes en or disproportionnées, ses manteaux de fourrure ostentatoires.

Malgré sa reconstitution d'époque crédible et sa mise en scène nerveuse, ce deuxième long métrage du réalisateur français de '71 déçoit.

Though it's a well-done family drama, "White Boy Rick" is a half-told story that only lightly incorporates the deeper issues of systemic injustice.

Toronto Film Festival 2018: The true story of Rick Wershe presages the devastation of Detroit today.

Even if Richie Merritt never acts again, he's made an indelible mark with his naturalist turn as a teenage drug dealer and FBI informant.

Scuzzy and surprisingly unsympathetic, this true story of a 14-year-old recruited by authorities never quite makes the case for its drug-dealing subject's innocence.

Tale of Rick Wershe Jr., who went from underage drug kingpin to FBI plant to prisoner, tells his story with little big-pic takeaways.

In the end, it's a solid film that, while not among the best films of the fall fest circuit, is quite good in its own right and certainly food for thought.