Whether you’re into punk, vengeance or sitcom stars getting stabbed, this is one 50-pound sack of Armageddon you cannot miss.
Helmed by Mark L. Lester -- the firecracker director of COMMANDO and FIRESTARTER -- CLASS OF 1984 is one of the classic punk era’s most incendiary treatises against the scourge of youth. The scene is set: when a rabid pack of rampaging delinquents overruns an all-American high school, brutality and decadence are everywhere. Enter the novice teacher (Perry King, ANDY WARHOL’S BAD), who’s forced to violently turn the tables before the bloodthirsty gang’s trash wave swallows the town alive.
CLASS OF 1984 is a perfect exploitation film -- it’s relentlessly seedy, overflowing with violence, suicide, drug use and crime, crime, CRIME!, all perpetrated by minors. But beyond all this, there’s an absorbing air of helplessness and leather-clad heartlessness that makes this movie flat-out the best in its genre.