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Showing posts with label Andrew Stevens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andrew Stevens. Show all posts

Thursday, June 20, 2024

Massacre at Central High (1976)

... aka: Blackboard Massacre
... aka: Döden på college (Death in College)
... aka: Les baskets se déchaînent (Sneakers Go Wild) (?)
... aka: Massacre
... aka: Massacre no Colégio (College Massacre)
... aka: Massaker in Klasse 13 (Massacre in Class 13)
... aka: Sexy Jeans

Directed by:
Rene Daalder

On a 1981 episode of Sneak Previews where he was limited to highlighting just three films, Roger Ebert singled this out as one of his favorite "guilty pleasures," but there's nothing to feel guilty about here. This is simply a good movie. Despite the episode's supposed topic, Ebert clearly knew that himself or else he wouldn't have referred to it as "an intelligent and uncompromising allegory about the psychology of violence." Hence, not so much a "guilty pleasure" as a hidden gem, and this is one instance where it truly was hidden for awhile. It first got lost in a sea of sleazy, high school-set drive-in exploitation films popular in the late 70s and then got lost in a sea of slasher flicks once it was theatrically re-released in the early 80s. The latter issue reared its ugly head yet again when it hit home video, with VHS artwork trying to sell it as a slasher. People at the time were either disappointed by what they saw or pleasantly surprised.

There's some fun play with incongruity right out of the gate. The font used for the title screen screams After School Special, as does the cornball opening credits theme song "Crossroads" ("You're at the crossroads of your life... crossroads of your life... a runner chasing dreams... that could come true...like the pebbles on the beach... well within your reach..."). I honestly don't even know if the aggressive cheesiness was intentional or just a sign of the times but, regardless, it works as an amusing bit of contrast to what we'll see later on. In fact, that contrast is right in your face as the song fades and one of the first images we're greeted with is a swastika being painted on a high school locker.


Transferring to a new California high school, David (Derrel Maury) soon discovers he'll have more to worry about than first day jitters. Strangely, almost nobody will talk to him, or help him find stuff, or answer any of his questions. Nearly everyone is quiet, unfriendly or downright hostile, but at least he already knows, and is friends with, one guy there. Mark (Andrew Stevens) used to go to his previous school and owes David a "big favor" for helping him out of an unspecified previous jam, so he introduces him to the popular clique he normally runs with. Unfortunately, had said clique been around in WWII-era Germany they would have been called Hitlerjugend.

Referring to Bruce (Ray Underwood) as a mere bully doesn't quite do the guy justice. "Fascist dictator" or "merciless tyrant" is a little more accurate. He sets the rules. He tells people where they can park and who can talk to who, and decides who's worthy of everyone's malice. He's surrounded himself with a pack of yes men, like Craig (Steve Bond), Paul (Damon Douglas) and, yes, even Mark; all of whom help him enforce his rules. They're kind of like the gestapo, and these guys somehow seem to be everywhere; always watching, always listening, always breathing down the back of your neck. Anyone who's an individual or outsider, exhibits independent thought or defies the group, and anyone Bruce suspects may try to usurp his power, must be dealt with accordingly.








Rodney (Steven Sikes), whose main transgression against the group is having a junky mode of transport, will have an even junkier one after they carjack him and smash his vehicle up. "Lard ass" Oscar (Jeffrey Winner) is threatened with a switchblade in gym class and whipped with towels in the locker room. "Geek" Arthur (Dennis Kort) has the audacity to ask for a late fee and is pummeled with books while they trash the library. Spoony (Robert Carradine) has a little more spunk to him at least. As a sign of "social protest" he paints a swastika on Bruce's locker and then talks back at him ("You don't believe in free speech?") and all that gets him is a beating. Among the students, Theresa (Kimberly Beck - FRIDAY THE 13TH PART IV) is one of the few who has somehow managed to maintain her identity, and the ability to voice her opinion, at least to a degree, but that's primarily because she's dating Mark and can use him as a shield.

If David were a weaker man, he'd accept the invite into the "in group" and just go along with them to make life easier on himself, but he's just not that kind of guy. Bruce senses it too right away. He now has some real opposition. Mark tries to pacify the group by telling them his buddy is simply "aloof," but that becomes increasingly difficult to believe as David continues to do his own thing. He befriends Rodney and helps him fix his wrecked car and steps in to save two girls; Mary (Rainbeaux Smith) and Jane (Lani O'Grady), from getting gang raped. David's influence also seems to be rubbing off onto Theresa, who starts becoming more outspoken.








While David can influence and inspire, he can't do it all alone and nobody is really stepping up to the plate to help him out ("Don't you people ever fight back?"). While he's underneath a car working one day, Bruce and his gang show up to confront him, knock the jack out and crush his legs, inadvertently kicking a hornet's nest in the process. David already has some anger issues and the only way he's been able to keep those reigned in is by religiously running. Now that he's crippled and that's not an option, what's he to do? Arrange for certain people to die in mysterious "accidents," that's what! After a hang-glider hits some power lines, water is drained out of a pool at an inopportune time and a van goes over a cliff, the reign of terror from Bruce and company ends.

Now that the school is free from their tyranny, another issue sets in: The uncertainty of what to do after being liberated and suddenly having no leader, no rules and complete freedom. How is order maintained, and fairness established, without gradually falling right back into the same abusive, oppressive system that Bruce and his gang were instituting? Well, according to this film, it isn't. It's a cycle bound to repeat indefinitely, just with new players. Victims become assailants, the previously marginalized become the new bullies, and everyone plots and schemes and engages in power plays until one of them claws their way back to the top of the pecking order and everyone else falls back in line. Rinse and repeat.








While a very promising English-language debut for Daalder, this unfortunately did not lead to much else of note from the Dutch-born director. The expected violence, sex and humor needed for commercial appeal are present and accounted for, but with a strong vein of social and political commentary to keep things consistently interesting. Once I caught on to where this was going and started paying closer attention to the characters and their dialogue / interactions is when I realized just how focused and well-structured the script is. 

Everything in here is essentially in support of a larger thesis statement... a pretty grim, though also very accurate, one. True freedom and equality for all scares the hell out of the supposed "freedom-loving" majority, who then start to crave the "structure" given to them by authoritarians and fascists, who are easily able to pivot into positions of power by promising to leave them alone and instead go after whatever powerless weak / poor / marginalized group(s) they can propagandize into enemies. So yeah, not much has changed here.

This is frequently compared to Michael Lehmann's black comedy Heathers (1988), which wasn't that well received upon release but now has a huge cult following and is one of the most popular comedies of the entire decade. Though the two films have some divergent commentary, I still think those comparisons are apt. Both feature a mysterious outsider / new boy in town threatening established high school hierarchy, the bullying, the dissatisfied member of the in crowd who revolts, the series of murders, the failures of adults / authority figures (the ones in Heathers are inept while they're completely absent here), right on down to the attempt to blow up the entire school at the very end. Considering this a precursor is absolutely not out of line, though Heathers is more pointed toward teen-specific issues.








After coming and going to little notice in 1976, a re-release four years later finally garnered this some attention, with Vincent Canby of the New York Times even singling it out as one of his twenty favorite movies of the year. It was also championed by the likes of Leonard Maltin and the aforementioned Roger Ebert. However, that apparently didn't help the director's career any. He wouldn't make his next feature, the seldom-seen Population 1 (1987), until over a decade later, and it wouldn't be until ten years after that he'd make another. None of his other films were as well-received as this one, though I personally got some enjoyment out of his weird, polarizing eco-thriller Habitat (1997).


The performances are uneven, but mostly serviceable. Stevens gives one of the better showings as the second male lead, who learns that doing what's right for yourself and just doing what's right aren't necessarily one in the same. The most effective performance here though is from the little-known Underwood, who's perfect in his nasty role. He'd go on to play another preppy, sociopathic jerk in the Carrie knock-off JENNIFER (1979) a few years later and sadly passed away in the early 90s before even hitting his 40th birthday.


Apparently Italian audiences of the day weren't the least bit interested in what the film had to say because they added hardcore sex inserts to turn it into a porno called Sexy Jeans. This version was also released to home video in the 1980s in Italy. Aside from that anomaly, I believe all of the rest of the releases, including the 2020 Blu-ray from Synapse, are the same. This was never an especially gory film so nothing really needed to be excised for rating's purposes on home video.

★★★

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Seduction, The (1982)

... aka: Tele-Terror

Directed by:
David Schmoeller

In her early 20s, Patsy McClenny moved from Texas to New York City, changed her name to Morgan Fairchild and landed a regular role on the soap opera "Search for Tomorrow" 6 months after arriving. A whole host of TV guest spots and made-for-TV movies like THE INITIATION OF SARAH (1978) followed before she caught her big break in the prime time series "Flamingo Road." Though the show was short-lived and lasted only two seasons, it earned the actress Golden Globe recognition and made her a household name. Fairchild is actually quite interesting in the pantheon on blonde Hollywood bombshells. Her husky voice, the air of refinement she exuded, her extensive work for AIDS and environmental charities and the fact she had no problem acting in live theatrical productions (and gaining good notices in the process) was something that certainly set her apart. She was not only beautiful, but also came across as classy; eschewing any "blonde bimbo" connotation one may attribute to her looks. It's no wonder producers wanted to get this glamorous blonde her own sexy big budget starring vehicle stat. Unfortunately, that vehicle (the actress' first big screen leading role) turned out to be a critical failure and wasn't much of a box office hit either, leading to production company Avco Embassy to be sold (it later reformed as just Embassy Pictures) and ultimately doing little positive for Fairchild's career. Afterward, she was driven back to TV (where she's been quite successful; albeit usually typecast in bitch roles) and a succession of mostly low budget B-movies.






The Seduction was likely made in response to Brian De Palma's Hitchcock-inspired shocker DRESSED TO KILL (1980) and the steamy neo-noir Body Heat (1981); two critically-lauded box office successes that combined a mystery / thriller plot with soft R-rated eroticism. Things begin with some very 80s opening credits - tacky hot pink cursive letters and a corny love song ("Heart to heart here were arrrrrrreeeee.... sharing secrets in the darrrrrrrkkkkk...") - sure to activate the gag reflex of many. Thankfully, the feeling of nausea is soon vanquished by the sight of Morgan swimming around naked in her pool. But someone living in a house atop the hill overlooking her home is looking down upon her, watching her, photographing her. The same guy has a wall decorated with her photographs. And the same guy doesn't hesitate to just call her up on the phone to tell her he's watching her, which she shrugs off to her older lover Brandon (Michael Sarrazin) as just another "admirer." Yes, just another admirer. From these opening scenes, Fairchild's character - Jamie Douglas, newscaster for KXLA, Los Angeles - is doing pretty much everything in her power to make the audience detest her. It's not really the actresses fault, though. It's more the script. After listening to Brandon gloat about how beautiful, rich and successful she is, she purrs "I have everything in life I want. I'm completely happy." Uh oh, here comes that queasy feeling again...






Jamie goes to work, where a bouquet of roses from Derek - aka the guy atop the hill - are waiting for her. He then calls. Several times. When she returns home, he calls her there and insists she meet him. She declines. He keeps calling. She goes to her actress friend Robin's (Colleen Camp) for a drink and he calls her there, too. The next day, Derek pops up in Jamie's dressing room armed with a box of chocolates and an apology. He claims he won't be bothering her anymore. Suuuure. I should stop here and note that Derek is played by Andrew Stevens, a handsome guy I'm sure a lot of women wouldn't mind being showered with affection by. Usually these kind of psycho roles are inhabited by grotesque, sweaty goons, so the casting of a hunk (who is notably much-better looking that Jamie's current beau) is somewhat interesting. And the film even hints early on that Jamie is kind of excited about the unwanted attention she's getting from this guy. Now that would have been an interesting angle to work: a woman falling in love with her stalker, or one who gets sexually excited by her stalker and his voyuerism. Instead, we get all of the usual psycho-killer clichés trotted out with minimal surprise, a slow pace, next to no suspense and even less depth.





So Derek keeps on doing his thing. He slashes Brandon's tires. He barges into Jamie's home, scaring her with an impromptu photo session. He follows her to the mall and buys a music box she was looking at in order to try to impress her. While all that's going on, our newscaster heroine is covering "The Sweetheart Murders;" a series of local killings of young women, at work. It's an open-ended subplot that is curiously dropped without further comment after a certain point. Finally fed up, Jamie and Brandon go to Police Captain Maxwell (Vince Edwards) for help, but he promptly informs them that he can't do anything because "the guy hasn't really committed a crime." Oh, really? Though anti-stalking laws wouldn't start going into effect until 1990, you'd figure they could at least get him on harassment, forced entry or breaking and entering. Maxwell instead suggests they purchase themselves a gun; a common 'call to vigilantism' trope seen in many similar 'empowering' 70s and 80s films. Brandon purchases a rifle ("If lover boy shows up again I'm going to blow his pecker off!") but doesn't get a chance to use it after Derek stabs him in the back... while he's getting down with Fairchild in the hot tub, no less. The disastrous, woefully unconvincing and unintentionally funny finale has Fairchild throwing her prissy passivity and gentle nature aside to go Bronson and turn the tables on her attacker.






Aside from Stevens, who gives a surprisingly solid performance as the psycho, the other primary actors (Fairchild included) are left to flounder their way through this mess. It's hard to really criticize any of them, though. Nor can one criticize cinematographer Mac Ahlberg or composer Lalo Schifrin's contributions. The bulk of the blame rests squarely on the shoulders of Schmoeller, whose poor direction and script manage to bring out the absolute worst in his performers; all of whom have made much stronger impressions elsewhere. There are both good and bad moments to Fairchild's overall performance (leading to dual Razzie nominations for "Worst Actress" and "Worst New Star") while Sarrazin has some of the worst dialogue and is poorly and rather unbelievably paired up the attractive star. Edwards' character is an idiot and, as the "quirky" and "funny" best friend, Camp (also a Razzie nominee for this film) comes off as grating in the extreme. There are some tasteful (i.e. brief and partially shrouded) nudes of Fairchild sprinkled throughout to give us something worth watching. There's also one very-well-done erotic sequence where the psycho hides in the closet watching the breathless star taking a bubble bath. The publicity for the film centered on these moments and the promise of Fairchild sans clothing, likely because there's little else here of see.






Irwin Yablans (the original Halloween series) and future director Chuck Russell were two of the producers. Also in the cast are Kevin Brophy (previously seen in the slasher HELL NIGHT) as Fairchid's personal assistant, Wendy Smith Howard as Stevens' assistant (who's in love with him), Joanne Linville as a pop psychologist who tells us what "erotomania" is and Cathryn Hartt (Fairchild's sister) as a girl working a teleprompter. Future Scream Queen Brinke Stevens can also be spotted for a few seconds exiting a sauna. The film was relatively popular on cable TV and video throughout the 80s and there was a more recent Anchor Bay DVD release which included a commentary track from Schmoeller and Yablans. Fairchild and Stevens would team up again for the erotic thriller Body Chemistry 3: Point of Seduction (1993).

★1/2
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