Showing posts with label class of 1999. Show all posts
Showing posts with label class of 1999. Show all posts

Friday, July 20, 2012

You Know I'm Bad

Hop in!




We're riding over to Rupert Pupkin Speaks for my list of favorite (cough cough) bad movies.  Blogmaster Rupert has been inviting a slew of cinemaniacs over to his virtual crib to share the best of the worst, and I encourage all to browse through his recent archives for a ridiculously unhealthy, yet oh so enjoyable batch of recommendations.






And let's face it: you know you've found the right film loving community when you're not the first, but the SECOND person to mention The Guy From Harlem.



Friday, February 3, 2012

Salute Your Shorties: Near Dark's Homer

A decade before Kirsten Dunst was reanimated by a ponytailed Brad Pitt, the world met Joshua John Miller's sad and slightly foul-mouthed Homer.


We never learn the full story of Homer's vamping although obviously, it happened a few bites before puberty. Played by Joshua John Miller (son of Jason and little brother of Lost Boy Jason Patric), Homer is a monster, an evil, humanity-hunting killer with little sympathy for the necks he bites (one of them being surrogate sister Mae, whom he turned just after she graduated high school). You wouldn't want to buy the kid a coke in a roadhouse.


And don't you DARE mispronounce his name. No, I don't know how one mispronounces such a straightforward word myself but you can bet my solar deflecting overcoat I'm not about to find out.



On the other hand, what makes H-O-M-E-R such a lasting character is that he IS sympathetic. Like a teenage Frankenstein or vegetarian zombie, Homer shouldn't exist. As Antonio Banderas musically purrs in Interview With a Vampire, it's unnatural to turn someone so young, a supernatural crime that creates a physically forever preteen with an ever evolving mind. Remember when you were twelve? Life wasn't the worst it could get--I hold that eighth grade was made for such hyperbole--but you knew you were simply passing through a treacherous but thankfully temporary phase . You were SO CLOSE to being a grownup, to losing baby weight in a growth spurt that would make sense of your proportions. Your body was on its way to being whole.

Now imagine someone pressing pause.



Poor Homer. Even amongst his own kind, he can't ever REALLY find his place. Severen (the delectable Bill Paxton) treats him to all the pitfalls of being the youngest sibling, while Mae shifts her attention to the same-aged newbie Caleb.  It's no wonder that he'd want to create an equal in Sarah, a young human who could, if turned vampire, be the one and only creature to eventually understand what immortality at the wrong age means.

Of course (SPOILER ALERT) Homer never gets that chance although darnit if he doesn't die trying. Erupting in a pre-Buffy burst of flames, Homer chases his lost friend into the sunlight, screaming her name as he burns himself alive en route.


Now that's a way to go.

Credit certainly extends to Miller, just thirteen when filming this dense role. Perhaps the '80s best "little brother actor," Miller finds the perfect balance in bringing out the old frustrated soul dangerously lurking inside his misleading kid frame. He would go on to more iconic (at least by Doll's House standards) roles in the underlooked Class of 1999 and the glorious cheese that is Teen Witch, but it's Homer that made such a haunting stamp on genre cinema, and for his work, The Shortening raises an honorary glass of fresh squeezed neck juice from a little person stunt double on the set of a kids' film.


Monday, August 1, 2011

Bad Teacher, Worse Students


Based on fleeting memories of watching Class of 1984 at a far-too-young age, I had no actual anticipation of writing about it here.
A pile of punky corpses later--one of which belonged to my favorite teenage Antichrist of all time from a little Doll’s House classic known as Fear No Evil--and I realized I’d be missing out on one supreme slasher.

Quick Plot: Meet Mr. Norris, an optimistic high school band conductor making his debut at Lincoln High, the kind of institution where metal detectors are just a formality and the teachers are expected to maybe have a certificate and college education but to definitely have a black belt or revolver. 
On his very first day, Norris manages to make enemies of Peter Stegman, the baby-faced underachiever who spends schoolnights running prostitution and drug rings despite his natural intelligence and piano skills. 


Because Norris is kind of a dolt, the enemyship escalates with every passing weekday, leading to a few of the following:
Biology teacher pal Roddy McDowell’s class pets slaughtered
Norris’ car blown graffitied and, well, exploded
Teacher’s pet Michael Pre-J. Fox stabbed in the gut

Norris is falsely accused of beating a teenager up
Michael Pre-J. Fox’s pal climbs up a flagpole in a drugged out mania and falls to his pledge of allegiancing death
And his even dafter pregnant wife gets gang raped
These are terrible things to have happen to you, but am I a bad person for having to say the dude *kind of* asked for it? Questioning wimpy student Fox in front of the stab-happy gang? Hauling the drug dealers into the principal’s office without any real solid footing for how to punish them? Smashing the bully’s car? Abandoning his loyal band students at their biggest hour?
If I had one problem with Class of 1984, it’s that it was awfully hard to get behind the protagonist when he came off as the biggest idiot this side of the border. Or that side, since it’s fairly clear that Class of 1984 was proudly made on Canadian soil. It’s a minor issue...

In a pretty damn kickass film. Director Mark Lester (working form a script with his, Child’s Play's Tom Holland and actor John Saxon’s screenwriting credits on it) clearly went into filming with a deep passion for his story, as well as a solid and timely hold on the the-emerging punk culture. Everybody onscreen--from lead Perry King to all-star McDowell and all the young thespians reveling in their prime--brings a grand and all-out energy to their roles, making just about every major and minor character believable, interesting, and often both. The actual themes of bureaucratic hand tying and undisciplined youths are a tad heavyhanded but heartfelt enough to hold up strong. It’s a daring and creative film, even when crafting careful homages to A Clockwork Orange.

Oh, and the last 15 minutes are about as gory and violent as Fear No Evil, minus the bully boobs and dodgeball deaths. See Low Points.
High Points
As the baby-faced sociopath building a mob-like empire in high school, Timothy Van Patten’s Stegman is a truly unique and layered villain, part genius, part low-life, part mama’s boy and all fascinating charisma

Goodness can Roddy McDowell elevate material! His most infamous scene waving a gun in front of his laxer students’ faces is easily the heart and high note of Class of 1984, lending a deep, sad, and disturbing weight to what could have been a mere exploitation film

The film apparently won a British Oscar for its costume design, which might surprise you until you really look at some of the styling going on in Stegman’s gang

Low Points
It’s probably more a testament to the many other youth-gone-wild films that have made some common sense seem more possible, but it truly is occasionally straining to accept Norris’ naiveté, particularly on the third ‘why don’t you go stay with your mother?’ plea made to his even airheadier wife
No death by dodgeball or bully boobs.Though credit to this guy for trying:

Lessons Learned
It was incredibly easy to blow up automobiles in the 1980s
Shimmying up a flagpole is easier than you think, at least if you have a sniff of cocaine helping you out
The human heart has four chambers and if you don’t know that, Roddy McDowell will blow your face off
Child labor laws have evolved much over the last 20 years, particularly that whole amendment about not allowing 14 year olds to stab classmates  on orders from their place of employment
Rent/Bury/Buy
I was impressed at how much I enjoyed Class of 1984. It’s gritty and dark, but also incredibly watchable and occasionally quite humorous. Though it’s true that I’ll probably watch this far less than Mark Lester’s lighter, more ridiculous(ly amazing) semi-sequel Class of 1999, it’s still a high recommend for a rental or purchase, particularly since Anchor Bay’s release is loaded with extras. A making-of featurette includes interviews with cast and crew while the director and Anchor Bay producer commentary track is both informative and intersting, demonstrating most importantly that Class of 1984 was a film that everyone fully invested their energy into making. We don’t get enough of those.

Friday, April 10, 2009

It Could Be Bunnies...

I was truly hoping to get a double Easter feature in for Sunday, with both Night of the Lepus and Jesus Christ: Vampire Hunter on my queue, but sadly an intensely busy week has devoured my free time faster than you can say homicidal robot teachers. Speaking of which, those homicidal robot teachers get a quick visit in my weekly Pop Syndicate Toychest blog on how to find the right house or apartment without succumbing to a horror haunted fate:

http://www.popsyndicate.com/column/story/new_corpse_on_the_block

And because it's Friday, because it's Cadbury Cream Season, and just because, here's George Bush getting cozy with an Easter Bunny:




Bonus points for anyone who wants to narrate the conversation between these two rascally rabbits.