The movie tells the story of nineteen-year-old drug dealer Strike. Strike works a drug dealer under the scope of Rodney Little who wants Strike to kill a former merchant who was stolen from him. When the man is found with four bullets in his body at that moment, things seem to be turned upside down as Strike's older brother surrenders himself as the murderer. Rocco Klein is still trying to find out the truth as he is not completely convinced of what happened and he believes that it is up to Strike & Rodney.
A study of the urban dope-dealing culture and its toll on everyone who comes in contact with it, the picture has an insider's feel that is constantly undercut by the filmmaker's impulse to editorialize.
The result is a more sober, mournful and meditative expressionism than you'd expect. That's not to say the film isn't suspenseful, but the director's distaste for the inner city's gun culture is clear to see. Superbly acted.
Clockers leaves you with a sense of aching sadness, a regretful melancholy for the lives that have been blasted and the wrong decisions that have been made. Once again, Spike Lee has done the right thing.
There is a force and focus in Lee's work, an absence of intellectual posturing and a willingness to let his material speak for itself that he has not achieved before.
