A threepenny “Drugstore Cowboy” by way of Larry Clark’s superior “Another Day in Paradise,” Sunmin Park’s debut feature “Too Pure” is an exercise in unpleasantness, recycling familiar elements to tell the supposedly true story of a Mexican-American woman (Mayte Vilan) kidnapped and tortured by a roving band of homeless, crystal-meth-dealing teens. Pic is hard to watch, unless one has a tolerance for unremitting onscreen squalor with no discernible purpose.
Park’s points seem to be roughly as follows: The world is a horrible place full of lurking dangers; even rapists and murderers can have feelings once you get to know them; even a rich kid from Beverly Hills might (gasp!) have a slew of perverse desires just waiting to be unleashed. But unlike the film’s many forebears, “Too Pure” never gets past those superficial points, and so all that remains is a modicum of shock value and a special award of merit for what might be the most uses of the word “fuck” per minute in a movie.