These homophobic, sexist and racist wild boys are a tabloid vision, shorn of any nuance.
The bleak and desperate lives of four South London adolescents are woefully presented in Zebra Crossing, an entirely misjudged attempt at gritty realism that portrays these teenagers in the most ludicrous and formulaic manner imaginable.
Structured as a loose series of scenes that gather little dramatic momentum, the film follows these friends as they run around aimlessly, scoring drugs, shooting pigeons and committing a series of robberies and assaults. These homophobic, sexist and racist wild boys are a tabloid vision, shorn of any nuance.
The politics of Zebra Crossing are utterly depressing. Redemption and comeuppance are divided accordingly in a bullet-riddled finale, thankfully polishing off enough of the cast to signal an end to this wreck of a film.