To live in a dream, a victim of madness to be torn Mindless of your fate A shaman of magic, hopelessly yearning to be loved But time wouldn't wait All the living fools who don't care Hate and greed and sorrow, unaware They've taken everything you are And then they turned your dreams into a nightmare
And now that you've left them, there's only a fragment of your life Which time can't erase But someone will follow, and find a place So go on Vernon go on
Hooooooo-hah! Man, that takes me back! Back to the days when high school science classrooms had drums of acid, and scrawny geeks killing classmates and teachers was only an implausible revenge fantasy. I haven't seen it in three decades, and I still remember the opening song and that cop twitching his mustache after he gets chewed out. Well, that and all the kills. Paper cutter!!!
That old bitch teacher deserved her head getting cut off! lol - what a meanie! As kids, we hated that teacher - and that coach! Great classic movie - and almost a precursor to King's 'Carrie' in a way - very close! ('Geek gets even with tht preppies' etc.)...great flick - * * *
"If I were a roach, I'd crawl all over your butter dish while you were asleep."
Great to see this message board on one of my favorite old horror movies. A special thank you to the folks who supplied the lyrics and chords to the unforgettable "Vernon's Theme"! I routinely break out the falsetto walking around the house singing those riveting opening two lines: "To live in a dream, a victim of maaaaaadnesssssss!" My wife and kids, somehow, endure.
The evil English teacher goes by the delicious name of Mrs. Grindstaff. Her beheading is clutch, and the quick cut to the investigation scene, where they are re-enacting the beheading, is a stroke of directorial genius. My other favorite points about this classic of baaaad cinema include the insane plot line in the middle about Vernon's father and his grotesquely "swinging" lifestyle, and the period where the movie turns into a funky 70s detective flick, inexplicably shifting over to the detective as the protagonist of the movie.
I agree with a previous poster that it's a shame that this sort of stuff is never on TV any more. You can't even find Ed Wood movies on TV. Paradoxically, with more channels, there are far fewer showings of the offbeat older things. But then I guess we need to save space for more reality shows. They are important for the nurturing of our souls, after all.
Amen to that, n araoz! I miss the age of late night schlock on local channels (which is just exactly when and where I first saw Horror High/Twisted Brain some thirty years ago!)and Saturday afternoons when the highlight of the day was Shock Theater.