I attended the press screening for 'Very Young Girls' in New York City ... where this documentary was filmed, although it addresses a problem hardly unique to that city: child prostitution. According to a statement at the start of this film, the AVERAGE age when children enter prostitution is 13 ... which means that half of them are younger!
Two punks named Anthony and Chris Griffith (bruthahs from "the hood") decided to get rich by forcing very young girls to streetwalk for them, and also shooting home-movie footage of the girls plying this trade. The Griffiths planned to increase their wealth and fame by creating a cable-TV programme based on this footage. While holding my nose, I must endorse one aspect of this scheme: I have no doubt that the cable-TV companies would eagerly beat a path to the Griffiths' address. Fortunately, their current address is a prison. (More about this later.) Some of their video footage shows up in this documentary: grinning smugly, the Griffiths cheerfully admit that they consider the girls to be mere merchandise, the property of the Griffiths as pimps.
The girls seen here are all New York City teens, some of them VERY young teens, and most of them African-American. Although they all fell into the Griffiths' clutches, they also had the good luck to cross paths with Rachel Lloyd, founder of Girls' Educational and Mentoring Services (and also co-exec producer of this documentary). GEMS are an outreach group dedicated to rescuing young women from the sex industry, and stabilising their lives.
We meet individual girls, telling their stories before, during and after prostitution. It's no surprise that some of them had absent or abusive fathers: often, the leering attention they received from the Griffiths was the nearest they'd ever experienced to male affection. The Griffiths bait their trap with sweet talk and presents, getting the girls hooked on drugs (and therefore dependent), then terrorising them to make sure they obey.
We see a brief clip of a 'john class'. Men arrested for patronising prostitutes in New York City, if they have no previous record, have the opportunity to clean their records if they attend a lecture on the dangers of prostitution. The johns we see here are clearly merely going through the motions: one man arrogantly asks when they can take a break. Two of the men seen here wear Jewish regalia (one Hasidic), and I'm sure there are a few church-going Christians in the pew, too. Pyew!
As the former prostitutes regain their humanity, they also discover their individuality. One GEMS alumna gets an office job, another becomes a GEMS counsellor. Another one gets married in a Pentecostal wedding. Sadly, at least one goes back to her old tricks. Another vanishes without a trace.
I found most of this movie chillingly realistic. Only one sequence seemed staged: a mother has spent months trying to locate her teen daughter, without a single clue; the documentary camera is conveniently present when she finally gets the crucial phone call.
The image and sound editing are inconsistent: some curse words are bleeped, others left audible. Some people's faces are digitally blurred in odd ways (noses and mouths obscured but eyes intact), and the people so favoured aren't always the ones you'd expect: why is a bailiff in a court case blurred out, since he's doing his honest job efficiently, and he has no reason to conceal his identity? Due to poor audio recording (especially in the Griffiths' footage) and the terrible diction of many participants, several sequences are given much-needed subtitles ... but other sequences need this device yet don't receive it. Speaking of diction: Rachel Lloyd (a British-born survivor of sexual abuse in her teen years) is a charismatic advocate for her cause, but she has one of the most bizarre speech patterns I've ever encountered ... a prole Noo Yawk accent interlaced with London working-class inflexions. Here, we see her graciously accepting an award on behalf of GEMS while denouncing the industry that gave an Academy Award to the song "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp". Elsewhere, Ms Young points out a cruel irony: these girls are below the age of consent and therefore cannot legally agree to have sexual intercourse, yet they are arrested for prostitution.
The Griffiths were ultimately convicted, and their own amateur footage was used as evidence against them. Yet, oddly, they were only nicked on a variant of the Mann Act, for transporting a prostitute across state lines. This is something I've never understood about U.S. law: why is a felony across state lines considered so much worse than a felony that stays put?
With this movie's title and subject matter, some people will want to see 'Very Young Girls' for prurient reasons. As far as that goes, there are only a few brief shots on offer here of streetwalkers, faces obscured, in the early stages of negotiation with customers. I would describe 'Very Young Girls' as honest, except for one strange omission: nowhere in this documentary is there any mention of Aids or other sexually-transmitted diseases. As a crudely-made but sincere documentary that addresses a real problem, I'll rate 'Very Young Girls' 7 out of 10.
Two punks named Anthony and Chris Griffith (bruthahs from "the hood") decided to get rich by forcing very young girls to streetwalk for them, and also shooting home-movie footage of the girls plying this trade. The Griffiths planned to increase their wealth and fame by creating a cable-TV programme based on this footage. While holding my nose, I must endorse one aspect of this scheme: I have no doubt that the cable-TV companies would eagerly beat a path to the Griffiths' address. Fortunately, their current address is a prison. (More about this later.) Some of their video footage shows up in this documentary: grinning smugly, the Griffiths cheerfully admit that they consider the girls to be mere merchandise, the property of the Griffiths as pimps.
The girls seen here are all New York City teens, some of them VERY young teens, and most of them African-American. Although they all fell into the Griffiths' clutches, they also had the good luck to cross paths with Rachel Lloyd, founder of Girls' Educational and Mentoring Services (and also co-exec producer of this documentary). GEMS are an outreach group dedicated to rescuing young women from the sex industry, and stabilising their lives.
We meet individual girls, telling their stories before, during and after prostitution. It's no surprise that some of them had absent or abusive fathers: often, the leering attention they received from the Griffiths was the nearest they'd ever experienced to male affection. The Griffiths bait their trap with sweet talk and presents, getting the girls hooked on drugs (and therefore dependent), then terrorising them to make sure they obey.
We see a brief clip of a 'john class'. Men arrested for patronising prostitutes in New York City, if they have no previous record, have the opportunity to clean their records if they attend a lecture on the dangers of prostitution. The johns we see here are clearly merely going through the motions: one man arrogantly asks when they can take a break. Two of the men seen here wear Jewish regalia (one Hasidic), and I'm sure there are a few church-going Christians in the pew, too. Pyew!
As the former prostitutes regain their humanity, they also discover their individuality. One GEMS alumna gets an office job, another becomes a GEMS counsellor. Another one gets married in a Pentecostal wedding. Sadly, at least one goes back to her old tricks. Another vanishes without a trace.
I found most of this movie chillingly realistic. Only one sequence seemed staged: a mother has spent months trying to locate her teen daughter, without a single clue; the documentary camera is conveniently present when she finally gets the crucial phone call.
The image and sound editing are inconsistent: some curse words are bleeped, others left audible. Some people's faces are digitally blurred in odd ways (noses and mouths obscured but eyes intact), and the people so favoured aren't always the ones you'd expect: why is a bailiff in a court case blurred out, since he's doing his honest job efficiently, and he has no reason to conceal his identity? Due to poor audio recording (especially in the Griffiths' footage) and the terrible diction of many participants, several sequences are given much-needed subtitles ... but other sequences need this device yet don't receive it. Speaking of diction: Rachel Lloyd (a British-born survivor of sexual abuse in her teen years) is a charismatic advocate for her cause, but she has one of the most bizarre speech patterns I've ever encountered ... a prole Noo Yawk accent interlaced with London working-class inflexions. Here, we see her graciously accepting an award on behalf of GEMS while denouncing the industry that gave an Academy Award to the song "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp". Elsewhere, Ms Young points out a cruel irony: these girls are below the age of consent and therefore cannot legally agree to have sexual intercourse, yet they are arrested for prostitution.
The Griffiths were ultimately convicted, and their own amateur footage was used as evidence against them. Yet, oddly, they were only nicked on a variant of the Mann Act, for transporting a prostitute across state lines. This is something I've never understood about U.S. law: why is a felony across state lines considered so much worse than a felony that stays put?
With this movie's title and subject matter, some people will want to see 'Very Young Girls' for prurient reasons. As far as that goes, there are only a few brief shots on offer here of streetwalkers, faces obscured, in the early stages of negotiation with customers. I would describe 'Very Young Girls' as honest, except for one strange omission: nowhere in this documentary is there any mention of Aids or other sexually-transmitted diseases. As a crudely-made but sincere documentary that addresses a real problem, I'll rate 'Very Young Girls' 7 out of 10.