starring: Donovan Leitch, Jill Schoelen and Brad Pitt
There ain't a lot of good guys out there who like this movie; I'm not entirely sure how many, but I'm seeing more hate than love for this( or, at least, a passible remark)
Personally, I see no problem with this movie other than the sheer predictability; it's entertainingly viewable at the end's meet where High school student Paula Carson (Schoelen) set her eyes on a quiet loner, Brian Woods (Leitch), after a relationship gone stale with her obnoxious boyfriend Dwight Ingalls (Pitt). Woods was recently released from a mental hospital after suspicions of murdering his own father; with that being in everyone's mind, it's not hard when people started disappearing and dying around Wurley High with him to blame. But Ingalls is started to loose it too, could it be another case of jealous rage? If it was then I would had spoiled the movie for you, dear reader.
Other than being a star vehicle of the then unknown Brad Pitt, a point that hardly matters for me, unless I'm my sister, Cutting Class isn't entirely that bad. The story is your average whodunit plot, pretty easy but engaging thanks to some decent scripting and well acted parts, if not shining on hammy and witty comebacks. The sense of intrigue was never lost, even when it plays pretend as a coming-of-age cheesy teen romcom, with Jill Schoelen as our lead actress, a typical role with the same spunky yet love-lorn attitude, juggling her feelings for two potential psychopaths, and some decent comedy is thrown to it, including a running gag involving Paula's dad's struggle (and failure) for safety, as early on, an arrow was shot to his gut by the killer. (Don't worry, he lived.)
By the time a school staff bit it against a photocopy machine, the movie finally went straight on to the usual slasher gig, which sets a quirky revelation to the mystery of who's who doing the deadly do, ala physics equation (it was my favorite subject) and a nice stalk-and-chase between two leads and the killer.
Cutting Class sported some semi-professional production that made it at least adequate with colourful and bright set-pieces, and a late 80s feel that got the film's groove going quite nicely. The murders are tame, a revelation from my part that may put off a lot of fans, thanks to some budget constrains and catering to the tamer side of horror thanks to the dying popularity of slashers for that part of the decade. Still, I'm not to lie when I say this is a likable, underrated effort that one would like if they like it simple. Or is a fan of Brad Pitt. Either one of the two, actually.
1 male pushed in a clay oven, burned alive
1 male throat cut with hunting knife
1 female killed offscreen
1 female head beaten against a photocopy machine
1 male impaled on the arse with flag pole through a trampoline
1 male hacked to death with axe
1 male hammer claw to the temple, pushed back-first to a circular saw