Tonal shifts in movies can be risky business. A perfectly timed hairpin turn is exciting; startling the audience and deepening their engagement. Perfect is hard to pull off, though. An awkward shift breaks the flow, pulling the watcher out of the story.
The filmmakers need to know exactly what they are doing or it could be disaster. If you can't nail it, don't even try. Alternatively, go in all the way. Throw in so many tonal shifts, redirections,
and crazy tangents that the watcher is left punch drunk, staggering through the
movie in stunned fascination. Guess
which approach Stanley Lewis took for 1990’s PUNK VACATION?
The Capsule:
In a quiet Californian desert town, Deputy Steve Reed (Stephen
Fiachi) fills his days with unsuccessful target practice in an
empty field, responding to false alarms, and getting yelled at by his paranoid, commie hating boss, Sheriff Virgil (Louis Waldon). The monotony ends on the night an eclectic gang of bike punks ride into town. An altercation over a Dr. Pepper vending
machine outside a diner leaves the owner dead, his young daughter catatonic, and one punk in the
hospital. While Reed and the other cops
bumble around, his girlfriend, Lisa (Sandra Bogan), vows vengeance for her
father and sister. She hunts down the gang on her own, but finds herself on a head-on collision with its equally strong willed--and frighteningly psychotic--leader, Ramrod (Roxanne Rogers). Lisa's fate, and that of the entire town, will wind up in Deputy Reed's hands, and no one is happy about that.
This direct to video cheapie was released in 1990, but is a product of the '80s all the way. Early '80s, at that, Billy Idol "White Wedding" period. The anachronistic aesthetic is just the first sign of this movie's serious case of multiple personality
disorder. In the beginning, our punk vacationers
seem like they have rolled straight out of DEATH WISH. They come just short of Jeff Goldblum’s vile
band of caricatures as they torment and ultimately murder Mrs. Kemper. The DEATH WISH comparison is so pronounced they even use the same catatonic daughter cliché, though thankfully the sexual
assault is implied rather than shown (at least I think its implied, there is zero exposition explaining what is wrong with her).
The trajectory is set for a full-on revenge flick, swapping a despondent
father for a pissed off sister. Straight
forward, right?
Except, a weird thing happens. The longer the movie spends with the punks,
the less they seem like vicious animals and more like a quirky collection of misfits, each with their own unique look and personality. There’s the French chick who looks like
Siouxsie Sioux from Siouxsie and the Banshees.
The bandana wearing emo guy who plays a sad harmonica. The bald Goth punk who carries nunchucks but
doesn’t know how to use them. The skinny
white dude who dresses like Prince. Two
valley girl punks discuss future career opportunities while on guard duty (one wants
to be an electrical engineer).
They are an odd crew, and none odder than Feggy (Billy Palmieri), who clearly did not read the entire job description when he answered the Punks Wanted ad. He’s a bit of a hippy peacenik, always whining when Ramrod wants to play it tough. He usually falls in line, until eventually making a stand and declaring he doesn’t want to be involved in "senseless violence or car theft." Not exactly the poster boy for the renegade punk lifestyle, yet everyone in the gang not only puts up with him, but genuinely cares for him. The family that stabs diner owners together stays together, I guess.
They are an odd crew, and none odder than Feggy (Billy Palmieri), who clearly did not read the entire job description when he answered the Punks Wanted ad. He’s a bit of a hippy peacenik, always whining when Ramrod wants to play it tough. He usually falls in line, until eventually making a stand and declaring he doesn’t want to be involved in "senseless violence or car theft." Not exactly the poster boy for the renegade punk lifestyle, yet everyone in the gang not only puts up with him, but genuinely cares for him. The family that stabs diner owners together stays together, I guess.
Incidentally, true to the title, this is literally a punk
vacation. The gang aren’t on a drug run, or
on the lamb, they are just taking a road trip, getting out of the hustle and bustle of L.A. for a
few days. When they are holed up in a barn
after the unplanned murder, Feggy even complains that he thought they were just
going fishing. I think he is actually
carrying traveler’s checks.
Whether this was the intent or not, I started to like these lunkheads. Every once in a while, there
will be another radical tone change and they will become threatening again, but
for only so long. For instance, pistol
packing Lisa confronts Ramrod at their barn hideout, but the punks get the jump
on her. The next scene has her tied to a
tree in her underwear, which doesn’t bode well.
It turns out she was only stripped because Ramrod needed her clothes to
sneak into town disguised as a normal, non-punk girl (pretty clever,
really). The punks guarding Lisa have
their minds more on stick sword fighting rather than anything sordid. At one point, Lisa is tied to the ground with
rat cages at her hands, but no one lets the rats out, and Lisa doesn’t seem overly
concerned. It’s like the Spanish
Inquisition staged by elementary schoolers.
Ramrod is the only legitimate badass in the bunch and stays
on point the entire time. It’s an
interesting group dynamic. She is so
intense that no one dares question or challenge her, but she has a fierce,
almost maternal attachment to her band of freaks. She keeps things democratic, like asking for
a vote on what they want to eat. Her administrative skills are solid. She gets seriously fucking scary at
times, like when she faces down Reed, ignoring his gun and makes her gang vote
if they should rape the deputy before killing him. I think she’s just trying to intimidate Reed
(it works), but since she was the one getting aggressive with the daughter, who knows? During a Viking funeral for
some of her fallen punkmates (they just toss the bodies on the fire rather than
making a fancy pyre), she advocates rampaging through the town and killing all the
cops. So, yeah, she’s a firecracker. The dodgy kind, that might blow up in your hand as soon as you light the fuse.
Whether this was an intentional feminist nod or not, I like that the story is advanced by two assertive and (comparatively) competent women. Lisa, while not as badass, is fearless in her
personal pursuit of justice (not just revenge). She certainly runs rings around the fantastically inept, all male police force. Maybe
if Lisa was the sheriff instead of the clueless, commie obsessed doofus, Virgel (“Did Patton
call for the State Troopers when he invaded Iwo Jima?”), they wouldn’t be so
useless.
This includes her boyfriend, Deputy Reed. I’ve never seen a main character this bad
at his job outside of a (intentional) comedy. He takes out one of the punks fleeing the scene
of Mr. Kemper’s murder completely by accident. He hits him with his car while
pulling into the parking lot, knocking himself out in the process. His investigative skills aren’t exactly razor
sharp, either (“If they haven’t left the area, they might still be
around.”). At one point, he goes into
the hospital carrying some girl we’ve never seen before. When the nurse inquiries about what happened,
he just says “Don’t ask.” Both the girl
and the nurse react like this isn’t unusual for Reed, and we never
hear about it again. My guess is that he
accidentally shot her while trying to get her balloon out of a tree. Again.
After Lisa is kidnapped, the movie switches tracks once more as Reed teams up with
fellow cop Don (Don Martin) to come to the rescue. Kind of a LETHAL WEAPON vibe, but
with morons. So, more like SAMURAI COP. They make the smart call of not
telling Sheriff Virgil what they are up to, because that lunatic would have gotten everyone, killed.
Instead they break into an unspecified house, steal some guns, and handle
it themselves. Astonishingly, not only
do they get Lisa out unharmed, the take out a couple of punks along the
way. Also, Reed shoves a cucumber on to the
barrel of his shotgun before shooting someone.
I…don’t know why that happened.
The climax brings another whiplash, putting us in the punk's camp when
they face off against Virgil’s posse of drunken redneck hunters (including a
Vietnam vet wearing a pith helmet, as Vietnam vets are known to do). The punks are automatically more sympathetic because ‘80s movie law always has drunken rednecks higher on
the asshole scale. Only Nazis rate worse. The punks initially have the
advantage because of Ramrod’s decisive planning. Then they split up, and without her direct
motivation, everyone’s bloodlust tanks, even the dude who was Special Forces in
‘Nam (or maybe just ROTC, they weren’t super clear on that). The traps they set for the hunters make Kevin
from HOME ALONE look like Jigsaw. Rednecks
get knocked off a pipe into a four-foot ditch, tripped down a slight hill
slope, and caught in a net. Luckily, the
boozed-up gun nuts are too dumb to just lift the net over their head, so that
buys some time for our heroes/villains.
Everything boils down to the final confrontation between Lisa and Ramrod, the movie's emotional core. And yes, there
is an emotional core, and character arcs, though they resemble a Richter scale measurement more than a graceful arc. Bullets are exchanged, justice
is served. Maybe? I might have mentioned early that this movie
can be a tad confusing.
So many questions are left unanswered, such as what the hell did I just watch? Was this a gritty revenge story or a screwball comedy? Will Feggy ever go fishing? Director Stanley Lewis followed this up by not making movies anymore, as did most of the cast, so we may never know. PUNK VACATION is a mess, but for reasons I can't explain, I still dig it. Sometimes we should just follow Deputy Reed's advice and don't ask.
C. Chaka
So many questions are left unanswered, such as what the hell did I just watch? Was this a gritty revenge story or a screwball comedy? Will Feggy ever go fishing? Director Stanley Lewis followed this up by not making movies anymore, as did most of the cast, so we may never know. PUNK VACATION is a mess, but for reasons I can't explain, I still dig it. Sometimes we should just follow Deputy Reed's advice and don't ask.
C. Chaka
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