All the characters are cheap and hackneyed, from the concerned and confused, loving mother to the bad boy friend of the kid fresh from jail. Peer pressure, cod-psychology, simplistic relationships, poor characterisation, it's all here. It's not too offensive - what would one expect from a 1991 Ricky Schroeder/Brad Pitt film based around the adventures of two boys involved in running? A few "important" races, some shouting and a predictable yet ridiculously hole-ridden plot. Great stuff.
Review of Across the Tracks
