“I always wanted to make the teenage movie that America never made,” says Larry Clark, and from the first frames of Kids, his forthcoming feature-length film about a day in the intertwined lives of a handful of New York street teens, you’ll think he may have done it.Kids opens on a next-to-naked teenage couple locked in a deep kiss, interrupted only by the young-looking seducer’s insistent rap aimed at talking his even-younger-looking partner out of her virginity. Unnerving in its studied predatoriness, his coaxing prevails. A brutally-too-few moments after the slam-bam confirmation, Telly (Leo