Class of 1999 (1990)

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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
18 | 99 min | Action/Sci-fi
Budget:  $5,200,000

Review



By the mid-1980s, gang violence had become a serious problem for American society. With the emergence of the relatively cheap and highly addictive crack cocaine, street gangs were able to turn a tidy profit and become real players in the world of organised crime, leading to the kind of all-out warfare that had middle class white America running for the hills. 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, drive-by shootings became commonplace as peewee violence poured out into the inner-cities.

In 1982, director Mark L. Lester tackled the issue in Class of 1984, a no-nonsense revenge flick in the Charles Bronson vein, one that saw Republican America go eye-for-an-eye, thriving on the very violence it was supposed to be condemning. Still, the movie proved somewhat accurate by introducing metal detectors and security guards to its fictional high school, something that would become a reality less than a decade later in a society that had long-since suckled at the teat of media-spun hysteria. Taking over writing duties from cult horror director Tom Holland, it was around that time that Lester returned with loose sci-fi sequel Class of 1999. This was an era when rap groups were promoting an entirely different viewpoint, one based on notions of corrupt authority and racial prejudice. At its core, Class of 1999 is a dystopian allegory denouncing such behaviour. It is also utter garbage.

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The hall monitor was finally pushed too far.

When I say garbage, I of course mean it in the most positive sense. Class of 1999 presents the kind of hackneyed futurescapes that could have been imagined by a bunch of rambunctious toddlers in their parents’ backyard. Even more ridiculous is the fact that a movie with such political aspirations takes such a whimpering road. Lester is quick to distance himself from any direct controversy. Black kids are almost non-existent in this movie, replaced instead by runtish Bon Jovi fanboys trying their utmost to appear intimidating. Cops are also notable by their absence, an Escape from New York-style opening making clear that the perilous schoolyard is out of bounds for law enforcement in a way that makes playground warfare fair game. 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 in ― and after informing the rest of the Black Hearts that he is through with the thug life, he is ostracised on both sides and treading a precarious line. Struggling with his newfound solitude, loner Cody soon finds solace in Christie (Lind), who is so out of place in this juvenile war zone you wonder why her parents sent her there to begin with ― particularly since her father is the headteacher.

class of 1999 gang
Yikes! I wouldn’t want to run into them down a dark alley.

Meanwhile, serpent-eyed scaremonger Dr. Forrest (Stacey Keach) has his own ideas about how to influence the scourge of the playground, convincing the school’s head Dr. Miles Langford (Malcolm 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 movie’s detriment. With The Terminator, James Cameron nailed the concept by casting a wooden Arnold Schwarzenegger and creating a monster 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.

Still, 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, though incredibly perverse corporal punishment, 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.

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Moderate Punishment, my ass!

As a sci-fi mystery, Class of 1999 crashes forth like an exposition express fuelled by nitrous oxide, but where the movie does excel is in its overblown action sequences. This is hardly surprising for a director who can add testosterone-pumped Arnie vehicle Commando to his back catalogue, though asides from featuring an in-his-pomp Schwarzenegger and making a shitload of money, Commando is little more than B-movie pap masquerading as Hollywood spectacular, a movie with more cinematic faux pas than the rest of Arnie’s back catalogue put together. The bottom line is, Lester is at home in the urban battlegrounds of schlock, and Class of 1999 is no exception.

Perhaps based on his former glories, Lester is able to recruit the kind of secondary cast that was once considered royalty. This alone is enough to elevate the movie’s entertainment value, a past-their-peak combination of A Clockwork Orange‘s Malcom McDowell and perennial bad guy Keach providing Class of 1999 with some much needed pedigree, despite the fact that they are phoning-in their performances from a very long distance. In a move that foreshadows Tarantino’s modus for returning former stars to past glories, we also get blaxploitation bad ass Pam Grier as a flame-wielding android daubed in the kind of second-rate practical effects that will leave you giddy with disbelief. Though unlike her memorable turn in slick gangster thriller Jackie Brown, she is clearly in it for the pay cheque.

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It can’t be bargained with, it can’t be reasoned with, it doesn’t feel pity, remorse or fear, and it absolutely will not stop, EVER, until you are dead!

The movie also stars the ever wonderful John P. Ryan. You may remember him as the maniacal drug lord who sent Paul Kersey on his fourth Death Wish rampage in Cannon’s equally dubious Death Wish 4: The Crackdown, before eating the wrong end of a bazooka in one of the most abrupt and overblown cowboys at dawn stand-offs ever committed to celluloid. Here, he revels in the role of lead droid Mr. Hardin, a pipe-smoking, tweed-wearing menace who steals the show from under everyone’s noses. When it comes to chewing the scenery in self-aware action fodder of this variety, Ryan has very few peers.

I’m sure many of you will struggle to get through the first act of Lester’s harebrained follow-up, but if you have a taste for the ludicrously absurd this movie will be right up your alley. Like the majority of sci-fi schlock to come of out the late ’80s, Class of 1999 ultimately descends into a farcical intimation of The Terminator‘s climactic scene, one that sees our indestructible killers put out of commission with a forklift truck travelling at a death-defying 2mph. I can only assume that Mega-tech went into liquidation shortly afterwards.

Best Kill


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. A half-decade earlier, Colonel John Matrix would take the exact same measures while attempting to free his daughter from the clutches of egomanaical Freddy Mercury lookalike, Bennett.

Mark L. Lester, will you ever learn?

Most Absurd Dialogue


As tensions between the Black Hearts and Razor Heads grow, honcho Hector gets heavy with the sarcasm.

Razor Head Member: Do you trust him?

Hector: Yeah, like a vampire giving me a blow job.


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★★★★☆

One of many Terminator rip-offs to fall flat on its face, Class of 1999 is a cacophony of extreme violence and absurd melodrama, with a hokey screenplay, unconvincing special effects and a future society which somehow looks less advanced than the year it was made, and if you’re anything like me you’ll marvel at every second-rate minute of it.




Written by Edison Smith Editor-in-Chief

Science Fiction Writer, Horror Enthusiast, Scourge of Plutocracy, Creator of vhsrevival.com

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