Ya know...

I absolutely hate the fact that every forum on the IMDB website has at least one troll who writes "Worst.Movie.Ever," but in this case, I'm gonna have to go ahead and assume that role myself.

Okay, okay, maybe not THE worst movie ever, but certainly in my (subjective) bottom ten, along with Showgirls, Battlefield Earth, Boxing Helena, I Am Sam, Gerry, Highlander 2 and Gummo.

Don't get me wrong. I have no problem with nudity, sex, gore, violence, or "disturbing" imagery. Trust me, I've seen (and enjoyed) my share.
Nor do I have a specific problem with Larry Clark or Harmony Korine.
I thought Kids was a really powerful and effective film.
I also thought Bully was quite good.
But this...wow...sorry. I just hated every minute of it.
There's just nothing to recommend here. No story. No interesting characters or arcs. Nothing clever or original. Terrible pacing. No point to any of the "shocking" imagery, other than mere shock value itself. The title character didn't even have anything to do with the rest of the film, other than an opportunity for Clark to insert another "shocking" scene into this pretentious and self aggrandizing mess.
Yes, Larry, you pushed the envelope. Congratulations.
But next time, try mixing some basic story elements into that package before sending it out.

And before anyone asks why I sat through the whole thing if I hated it so much, it's because I was hoping against hope that the film would redeem itself in the end somehow (since I'm a fan of Clark's previous work).
But no such luck.

Yes, I understand that it's a "slice of life" picture, so it doesn't require a formal plot. But if a story isn't plot-driven, it must be character-driven, and those characters have to be interesting and at least one of them must have a development arc. Otherwise, all the "disturbing" stuff is just gratuitous. And if ever there was a film that earned that description, Ken Park gets my vote.
Again, it's subjective. Maybe some people related to, or empathized with some of the characters, but for me, this was nothing more than a fairly well-acted porn film for borderline-pedophiles.

I dunno, maybe there was some kind of purpose or message or point or metaphor here, but if missing it makes me dumb, then I'm not sure I wanna be smart.

I suppose it could be argued that Clark and Korine use their "art" to work out their issues rather than seeking professional help, but if that's the case, I certainly wish that I had missed this particular therapy session!