Tagline: The ultimate teaching machine…out of control.
Director: Mark L. Lester
Writers: Mark L. Lester (story) C. Courtney Joyner (screenplay)
Starring: Bradley Gregg, Traci Lind, Malcolm McDowell, Stacey Keach, Patrick Kilpatrick, Pam Grier, John P. Ryan, Darren E. Burrows, Joshua John Miller, Sharon Wyatt, James Medina, Jason Oliver, Brent David Fraser
18 | 99 min | Action/Sci-fi
By the mid 1980’s gang violence had become a serious problem for American society.
With the emergence of crack cocaine, a relatively cheap and highly addictive drug, street gangs were able to turn a tidy profit and become real players in the world of organised crime. By 1980, rival gangs the Crips and the Bloods had grown to have an estimated 15,000 members, the bulk of them kids aged between 14 and 24. Forced to defend their suburban territories, zip guns were replaced by automatic weapons and drive-by shootings became commonplace.
In 1982 director Mark L. Lester tackled the issue in his movie ‘Class of 1984’, a no-nonsense revenge flick in the Charles Bronson vein in which old-school America met violence with violence, thriving on the very thing it was supposed to be condemning. Almost a decade later the same director turned sci-fi with a loose sequel entitled ‘Class of 1999’. This was an era when rap groups were promoting an entirely different viewpoint, one based on the notion of corrupt authority and racial prejudice. At its core, Class of 1999 is a dystopian allegory denouncing such behaviour. It is also utter garbage.
Lester, or more likely his producers, are quick to distance themselves from any direct controversy. Black kids are almost non-existent in this movie, while runtish Bon Jovi fanboys try their utmost to appear intimidating. Cops are also notable by their absence, an Escape from New York-style opening making it clear that the perilous schoolyard is out of bounds for law enforcement. But in a mutinous land of drugs and murder, would those troubled tykes continue to attend school in the first place? I mean, if they were so damned scary, would they really turn up to class with their notepads and packed lunches day after day? Something tells me not.
One youngster looking to turn his life around is former gang leader Cody Culp (Gregg). After a stint in the slammer he disappoints his younger siblings by refusing to get high on designer drug Edge – a characteristic that the majority of the cast are severely lacking – and after informing the rest of the Black Hearts that he is through with the thug life, he is soon ostracised on both sides and treading a narrow line.
Meanwhile, serpent-eyed scaremonger Dr. Forrest (Keach) has his own ideas about how to influence the scourge of the playground, convincing the school’s head Dr. Miles Langford (McDowell) to install military cyborgs in the classroom. Operating on a whopping one terabyte per unit, these machines are indistinguishable from your average human being, neither acting nor behaving like machines – and to the film’s detriment. With The Terminator James Cameron nailed the concept by casting a wooden Schwarzenegger and creating a character that was free from prejudice and relentless in the pursuit of its goal. These machines actually take pleasure in their work, a fact that makes them a) less terrifying and b) less effective as servants. The key to a successful army is to dehumanise its soldiers, not to spend billions creating autonomous machines full of pesky emotions, a fact that multibillion-dollar conglomerate Mega-tech singularly fails to understand.
That being said, Mega-tech does get the most out of its one-terabyte super machines. Not only are they proficient in the fundamentals of education, they are programmed to deliver very particular levels of punishment based on each student’s profile and behaviour, and according to their NES style action screens are highly skilled in karate moves, punches, kicks and the dreaded fight combinations #1 and #2. Safe in that knowledge the androids waste no time in stamping their authority, dishing out various forms of tolerable, although incredibly perverse corporal punishment and proving that a bit of hands-on-bondage is enough to bring out the submissive side in anyone, regardless of how crazy and armed-to-the-teeth (see video link for further evidence).
Struggling to re-adapt to life on the outside, loner Cody soon finds solace in Christie (Lind) who is so out of place in this juvenile war zone that you wonder why her parents sent her there to begin with, particularly since her father is the headteacher. Soon enough Christie is almost raped by members of rival gang the Razor Heads, and after Cody’s inner rage is once again unleashed he gets to meet his girlfriend’s pops in the most awkward way imaginable. In light of Cody’s heroics Langford is willing to forget the incident – as well as the attempted rape of his daughter – thus sparing our antihero another stint in club FED, but Cody’s android Phys Ed teacher is not so forgiving, and after keeping him back after wrestling practice beats him within an inch of his life while murdering another kid in cold blood, but could this act of extreme violence be deemed self-defence on the part of the musclebound Mr Bryles?
His fellow students seem to think so, even after Cody’s drug addict brother Sonny (Burrows) is escorted from the classroom by quintessential, pipe-smoking android Mr Hardin (Ryan), only to have his jaw melted after having a dozen vials of Edge rammed down his throat. For a gang of ruthless delinquents the students of Kennedy High certainly are a trusting bunch.
Unable to convince the supposed rebels of the blatantly obvious, Cody instead persuades Christie to break into the home of Sonny’s murderers – yes, cyborgs have homes like the rest of us – and the two of them immediately find a cupboard full of WD-40, the first of many subtle and intricately crafted clues.
After reverting back to their original military form the machines soon plan a full scale war of the most sophisticated means. Quickly tracking down and wasting Angel, they send a burning corpse through the window of the Razor Heads’ hideout, leading both gangs to assume the worst about their enemy, and after Ms. Connors (Grier) imitates the voice of chief Razor Head Hector, a turf war ensues and the machines arrive to eliminate the kids in what was supposed to be the final phase of their military coup.
And it probably would have been if it were not for impish prog rock advocate Cody, who quickly gets the drop on Mr Hardin and begins to question his true identity after unloading a full clip into his torso to no effect. Finally realising that Hardin and his spars are behind this latest gang war Cody sets about making a pact with the Razor Heads, and after a thoroughly unconvincing stand-off he and Hector pool their resources for the common good.
Meanwhile, exasperated by Forrest’s draconian methods Langford threatens to pull the plug on the project, but the egomaniacal doctor will not be denied, instructing his metal-headed minions to dispose of Kennedy High’s nettlesome teenagers by any means necessary.
Raiding the school, the kids finally confront the cyborgs in all their crappy low-budget glory, and the movie descends into a farcical imitation of The Terminator’s climactic scene, Cody and his sweetheart disposing of one indestructible killer with a miniature forklift truck travelling at 2 mph.
I can only assume that Mega-tech went into liquidation shortly afterwards.
After shedding his flesh to reveal a vice-like limb, Mr Hardin drills a hole through the cranium of a Black Heart member, turning his brains into chopped liver.
Most Absurd Moment
Attempting to create a diversion for the girl his gang almost raped only a few scenes earlier, born-again good guy Hector is pursued by Mr Bryles and his newly exposed rocket launcher, wisely and effectively taking cover…behind a rosebush.
Most Absurd Dialogue
Razor Head Member: Do you trust him?
Hector: Yeah, like a vampire giving me a blow job.
One of many Terminator rip-offs to fall flat on its face, Class of 1999’s relatively generous budget tells us that this movie was meant to be so much more, but with a hokey screenplay, unconvincing special effects and a future society which somehow looks less advanced than the year it was made, never mind set, the results are firmly B-movie schlock.