Class of 1999 (1990)
(In French, On Cable TV, June 2021) Younger readers may want to note that by 1990, American society had experienced nearly four decades of an uninterrupted rise in violent crimes. There are many explanations for this (the best being the neurological poisoning brought about by lead poisoning — yes, really) that neatly dovetail with the crest seen in 1990, followed by a gradual and real decrease in crime that continues to this day. But my point is: if 1990 filmmakers now sound unbelievably paranoid and grim about society falling apart, they had their reasons. With a touch of exaggeration, those fuelled films like Class of 1999, in which violent crime permeates every facet of American society, including its high schools. Taking the madness of Class of 1984 (only tangentially related by having both been directed by Mark L. Lester) one step further, this near-future nightmare presents schools as warzones controlled by gangs who must be cleaned by any means necessary. So, naturally the next logical step is to send three military robots disguised as teachers inside the school and start disciplining the rebellious youngsters. Given that one of the robots is played by the ever-beautiful Pam Grier, I’m not complaining at all. Although I do have, oh, huge issues with the rest of the film. Clearly meant as semi-trash exploitation, Class of 1999 is never meant to be taken seriously, especially not when the climax consists in having students escape, trap and destroy killer robots hunting them down throughout the school. (I rarely quote Wikipedia plot summaries, but this is wonderful: “While they look for Christie and the teachers, they soon learn of the real situation with the teachers. Ms. Connors’ arm becomes a flame thrower. Bryles’ arm becomes a missile launcher.”) There’s some ironic fun in watching a film with concerned scientists watching a classroom altercation through 1990 “high-tech” displays, but let’s not confuse this film with anything traditionally successful. Class of 1999 belongs far more to the 1980s than the next decade, and should probably be approached more as a semi-effective B-grade picture than anything particularly worthwhile.