The slender story line of "Wild Style" features red-hot graffiti artist Zoro. He's got girl and family trouble, but is discovered by a reporter, and thus embarks on a journey from outsider to gallery artist. This low-budget art movie is almost documentary in that it includes a who's who of early hip-hop, which was a creative movement played out in Bronx basements, kitchens, dingy bars, and on stoops, one of many things to do on Saturday night. The film is a panoply of the war-zone streets that birthed hip-hop, freestyle MCs, break dancing, and beautifully, meticulously tagged subway trains from the days when hip-hop was more than just music--it was a small, self-selecting, micro youth culture as specific to New York as the Statue of Liberty. The film is a fascinating time capsule for anyone interested in the cultural roots of hip-hop, practically anthropological, not so much old skool as pre-school.