12 O’Clock Boys

  • September 14, 2014 / 18:00
  • September 25, 2014 / 19:00

Lofty Nathan, USA, 2013, 76’,
English with Turkish subtitles

12 O’Clock Boys are a notorious urban dirt bike pack in Baltimore -- popping wheelies and weaving at excessive speeds through traffic, the group impressively evades the hamstrung police. In Lotfy Nathan’s wild, dynamic documentary (three years in the making), their stunning antics are envisioned through the eyes of young adolescent Pug - a bright kid from the Westside obsessed with the riders and willing to do anything to join their ranks.

Screenings can be seen with a discounted museum ticket (8 TL). No reservations taken.

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