Synopsis
A teacher, pushed too far by his students, snaps and goes vigilante.
1988 Directed by John Bacchus
A teacher, pushed too far by his students, snaps and goes vigilante.
Shot-on-video prank about a pompous schoolteacher blithely murdering his students, total morons with names like "Vinnie Babaloney" and "Dick Hertz". Deliberate, unstructured idiocy pretty clearly slapped together on weekends by three slightly overprivileged kids without much to rebel against but boredom. They play every part, so no shot features more than two characters (someone had to hold the camera). Yet the dialogue is packed with frequent, hilarious non-sequiturs that just have to be in-jokes, and the whole thing is shot through with flashes of clueless accidental artistry, like the grungy available-light atmosphere, or the weirdly inventive scene of a kid throwing a ball against a wall in fake-slow-motion POV shots, all set to "Tougher Than Leather". There's even a "stunt" with a forklift. Anarchy in New Jersey. Know your rights.
“I guess if you don’t study, you end up dying. That’s why Robert Kennedy died.”
“What about John Kennedy?”
“Oh yeah. He died too.”
Three teenagers fucking around with a video camera and clearly just trying to make each other laugh. You eventually get swept up in their nonsense and all their dumbass absurdism gets really funny.
There’s rarely more than two people on screen (and you can catch the camera in the mirror early on), so it helps that the plot— a dweeb “mid-Eastern history” high school teacher gets so annoyed that he buys some guns and starts killing the kids - is a very simple clothesline for all the jokes, all of which are fucking stupid and delivered…
Clearly just a couple of teenagers in New Jersey cracking themselves up with a cheap consumer video camera. Shit like this was being made every day back then, and most people didn't have the chutzpah to charge strangers $25 to see their horsing around.
But you know what? There's something to be said for a certain strain of youthful enthusiasm, in doing something for the pure joy of creation (and because it cracks you and your friends up). I can't explain why, but I'll be goddamned if I wasn't laughing along with these dopes from pretty much the instant one of them shows up with a shamelessly ridiculous fake mustache. Call me an easy touch, but fuck it - gimme…
cheap as cheap can be and the opening scene goes on far too long but every now and again there's a clever shot or homage (the for a few dollars more one is excellent) and it's a pity the director seemed to only be able to make cheap, crappy softcore porn after this