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Class of 1984

CLASS OF 1984 is an earlier picture by COMMANDO’s Mark L. Lester. It starts out shitty with a terrible song by Alice Cooper and your usual ’80s horse shit about cities being overrun with maniac punk rocker delinquent savages. In this case the problem is at a high school where new music teacher Mr. Norris (Perry King) is surprised to find metal detectors, switchblades, gang fights and students who lick their middle fingers and say “sit on this, motherfucker.” His new friend, science teacher Roddy McDowall, has learned to get used to it, and carries a piece in his briefcase.

But Mr. Norris can’t just get used to it. These hoodlums are always interfering with his class, and they sell drugs to one student who flips out and climbs up the flagpole and lets go. And later wiseass trumpet player Michael J. Fox (in his first movie role, and looking about 14 years-old) gets stabbed, something that rarely happened on Family Ties, in the BACK TO THE FUTURE or TEEN WOLF sagas, or in any of those TV movies about summer camp. Plus they start threatening Norris outside of school, showing up at his house in Halloween costumes and spraying him in the face with fake blood. Which is a metaphor for real blood, if I know my teens.

Class of 1984Even though it’s kind of funny the whole way through I have to admit I wasn’t into it at first. Lester obviously believed this shit and claims on the extras that he was prophetic about violence in schools. Because a gang of CLOCKWORK ORANGE dudes with face paint meeting in the bathroom to audition new hookers for their prostitution ring is TOTALLY the same thing as Columbine.

But when was the last time you had trouble with a punk rocker, anyway? I mean sometimes they smell bad, but mostly they either beg for change or eat food without meat or dairy. No harm done. Even in the ’80s I don’t remember them being a problem. These type of movies are laughable because they’re such a paranoid delusion based on old people’s fear of young people doing things they don’t understand, like wearing facepaint and listening to a different type of shitty music than adults listen to. And the punk rockers in these movies are always so goofy. You can’t believe Dick Van Patten’s half brother Timothy would be their leader, even if he talks about himself in the third person and likes to seig heil. His name is Stegman and he says things like “I am the future!” and “Life is pain. Pain is everything.”

But as the movie gets more over-the-top it gets better and better. Stegman beats himself up in the bathroom and frames Mr. Norris for it. Mr. Norris tries to talk to Stegman’s mom but she won’t talk to him, then on his way out Stegman threatens him over the intercom. So he steals Stegman’s car and rams the shit out of it. King is real convincing as a sensitive bearded teacher type so it’s great when he suddenly starts going overboard.

And then the war just keeps escalating. Rabbits are crucified. Students are quizzed at gun point. McDowall tries to run them all over (remember when they used to spank people in school? well how do you feel about running kids over?) but his car flips and blows up. And by the way, that’s one thing sorely missing in digital age movies – cars flipping over and blowing up. It’s a cliche but it takes work to do. You need a stunt driver doing dangerous work, a pyrotechnician doing dangerous work, somebody to build a hidden ramp, and obviously you need to destroy a car. It’s a ritualistic sacrifice to placate the audience. A sign of respect. It’s because nobody performs these sacrifice rituals anymore that audiences are growing angry. And movies will feel our wrath.

Throughout the movie Norris has two goals: to somehow stop these creeps from fucking everybody over, and to actually teach his class of non-creeps to play music. These two things come together to create the third act where Norris is Pushed Too Far on the night of his big concert in the gym. This might be a good place to skip a chapter, because Stegman and his boys (and one girl, who is kind of hot by the way, but don’t tell her I said that she’d probaly bite my nose off) break into Norris’s house and rape his pregnant wife DEATH WISH 1-2 style (thankfully not as graphic). Then the girl presents photographic evidence of the crime to him just as he’s about to begin conducting the symphony. And does the always useful penis-‘n-vagina-in-‘n-out hand gesture.

Now both the characters and the movie have gone too far. Of course, when that happens you have no choice but to go Roddy McDowall on that ass. He runs off, but one of his students takes over conducting. So the movie delivers both a symphony of music and a symphony of REVENGE.

Norris takes on Stegman’s gang in a fight that makes its way through the woodshop and the auto shop. So it is possible that arms will be sawed off, motherfuckers will be set on fire, cars will fall on top of people, etc. I won’t give away whether or not these things do happen but I think you will be pleased, unless you hate movies that are awesome.

During this section of the movie I thought wow, this is a way better movie than I realized earlier on. The craziness that it was building up to makes up for any lackluster stretches earlier on. And the end, where the violent revenge makes its way into the gym in the middle of the concert, is the kind of perfect climax you always want in these types of movies but usually don’t get.

I am so proud of CLASS OF 1984. It grew up so fast. I’m going to buy it a copy of Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

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2 Responses to “Class of 1984”

  1. I’m surprised you didn’t have more to say about the commentary Lester gives for this movie Vern. He clearly believes he created a modern classic here. Which he did.

  2. Just watched the episode of Joe Bob Briggs’ THE LAST DRIVE-IN where he hosts this flick, and then came to this page to only see 1 comment. So I have to add a second one.

    I’m basically parking my car in the same garage as Vern on this one – only I think I started turning around on it a lot sooner than he did.

    By the time the kid swan dived off the flagpole, I was well on my way to taking it as a full-blown over-the-top super-dark comedy parody of the ’50s Juvenile Delinquent flicks. The scene with Roddy McDowell holding the class hostage while he tries to get them to just get ONE FUGGING ANSWER RIGHT is incredible and almost worth the whole movie right there.

    So here I am laughing along with it and rolling on it’s wavelength – and then the scene with the Gang violating King’s PREGNANT wife happened and I was like, “WHOA WHOA WHOA – stop the presses, this just crossed a line” and the movie’s like “Yeah, who’s laughing NOW, idiot?”

    Then instantly King goes 100% full bore destructo Chuck Bronson on the Gang and well, I was on the CLASS OF 84 choo choo all the way to the credits. And I almost started LIKING that horrible Alice Cooper song, lord help me.

    So this movie worked its magic on me. It definitely deserves more than 1 comment here at Vern’s Outlaw House of Cinema.

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