Johnson is a runaway teen from an abusive, alcoholic single
mom. He finds himself downtown, drawn to a late night punk
rock club. Inside he is exposed to mohawks, slam dancing and
a group molestation of an out of place preppy girl. Unfortunately,
Kevin gets drugs slipped into his cola drink leaving him face
down in his own vomit outside the club (I guarantee you that
no punker has ever slipped drugs into a strangers drink....
they can't afford it.).
he is rescued by good Samaritan punk rocker Jack Diddly. Despite
his kind heart, Jack is TOTAL ANARCHY! In the first
five minutes of their greeting, Jack whips a beer bottle at
a bus and says "I hate buses."
But that quote is topped by
are so lame."
Yup, he's your textbook punker.
they're off to pick up Jack's burnout punker friend Joe Blow.
This kid totally looks like Dominic from MTV's The Real World
L.A, but that's a whole other set of issues that I'm dealing
with. Joe lives with his gay dad and his dad's gay lovers
in a gay apartment complex, so Jack and Kevin pick him up
and take him to T.R. House.
is T.R. House you ask? T.R. stands for "The Rejected"
and the house is a safe haven for runaway punks in search
of a new, more rockin' family environment. It is surrounded
by vacant lots that are infested by wild dogs. Legend has
it that these dogs were abandoned by there owners thus forcing
them to fend for themselves. See the analogy? Yeah, I thought
There are red necks who hunt these dogs-gone-wild. So here
we are subjected to a series of slow motion dog shootings
that the director accomplished by stringing up trip wires
and letting the dogs run through them. There are several dogs
tripping head over heals to give the illusion of being shot.
Wow, now that's acting!
Kevin is one of the gang. His head is shaved and he's branded
with the T.R. initials. Let me stress that my punk rockiness
was not quite as rockin' as these folks. I lived with my parents
in a non-abusive home, attending a church youth group every
Wednesday evening and my hair was spiked with "Studio"
brand mousse, but this film educated me with the "street
smarts" to play my own make-believe punker lifestyle
on the rough streets of Country Village Estate, Lakewood,
soon discovers that his mom was in a drunk driving accident.
This leaves his 8 year old brother destined for a foster home.
So the T.R. gang comes to the rescue, bringing him to The
House and giving him the standard mohawk haircut, Indian war
paint and a cocky new attitude.
could only dream of this scenario. Where could one such as I
find punker friends with so much direction and purpose?
leads us to the coolest scene ever filmed in American
history. It's a "Reservoir Dogs-esque" group
strut shot. The 10 strong T.R. gang is walking down a
suburban sidewalk in slow motion to a punkish bass track.
Everyone's at their coolest... Skinnard the skinhead,
Peg leg, the Goth twins, Chili Pepper's Flea and the rest
of T.R. and last but not least is 8 year old Ethan with
the wickedest strut of them all. I guarantee you that
this is the scene that inspired the intro to Quentin's
"Reservoir Dogs" (and he only did it half as
it be known that no real actors were used in this film (and
it shows). They promo this movie like this is a good thing,
but watching REAL punk rockers read lines is a hoot.. especially
was easy to see that actual punks influenced this storyline.
These were the fantasies dreamed up on a cheap beer buzz.
However the girls are just as I remember them being. They
giggled endlessly at the "guess-what-chicken-butt"
interactive joke. They were definitely the real thing... it's
character that Flea was improvising (Razzle) had the strangest
quirk. After saying his lines he'd immediately go stone faced,
staring emotionless at the listener. It was perplexing but
oh so very strange like a young Flea certainly was.
course the local red necks eventually want the trouble-making
T.R. gang out of the house and out of the neighborhood, but
they ain't leaving without a fight!
again, here is another 80s flick that included the staple
strip club scene. You have to wait until 10 minutes to the
movie's end, but it's cheesy, implanted and bouncy!
is the one movie that I will not reveal the ending of. This
isn't necessary to illustrate my general impressionability
at that time. If I hadn't bought this movie hook, line and
sinker it'd have probably only been at 8 or 9 on my list,
but I was sold. No doubt, this flick was the shit, therefore
it must be seen and the truth about a teenage Normal Bob Smith