I wasn't that old in the 80s so I can't really say I grew up in them, but after watching Heathers and Tuff Turf on the same day, I can't help but notice how much three or four years makes a difference, from Tuff Turf's 1985 to Heathers's 1989. It's too much of a generalization to say all films from X year are different/better/stranger than all films from Y film, but as far as teen dramas involving new kids that end up being bizarro vigilantes, they are starkly different. Heathers was dark, and Tuff Turf (I keep wanting to call it Tuff Talk because of the TUF Talk show talking about ultimate fighter episodes) has moments of sudden and unexpected darkness. Heathers is sort of a dark comedy, and Tuff Turf is just a boring 80s teen drama.
I've never seen this movie, but I can't help but expect that there's going to be a final battle between Spader and the gang leader in an abandoned warehouse or machine shop or bike shop or gang headquarters at the end, and it's going to be dramatic and someone's going to die. My money's on Spader living and then having to move away leaving the girl behind. If I'm right, this movie will have completely overrelied on tropes and other scenes that other movies has done better. Also, the gang leader looks like a young curly haired Rufus Sewell to me for some reason.
I didn't feel the motivation from the weak love story. Sure, he fell for the bad guy's girlfriend, so there was that forced tension, but it was not convincing. The bad guy had no redeeming qualities or anything to make him seem human, and he was just bad to the core. I don't even know if I heard his name, he was that inconsequential as anything other than a bad guy to fight.
Whenever I saw the bands playing live, I couldn't help but think of Miami Connection. While the performances were relatively enjoyable, they completely destroyed any momentum the movie was trying to pick up with a song interlude. Maybe that's why I never liked The Monkees tv show. Who doesn't want to hear an 80s version of Twist and Shout? Did anyone honestly believe that was James Spader singing when he was playing piano? I hope not. It didn't even sound like him. He did look a little like Bowie while playing though.
This is a critique on movies as a whole and not just this one - when people on foot are being chased by cars, why do they always run in a direction that the car can chase them? Why run on an open street instead of down a narrow alley, behind a large sturdy object that the car can't ram into, or towards uneven terrain the car can't drive on? You're not going to outrun a car, so why not make it so the car can't follow you?
This movie did not need to last almost two hours. It was jam packed with filler, and it wasn't even enjoyable filler. The whole set of scenes with the country club were amusing but agonizingly long. So they snuck in to that country club to get a bite to eat, and then proceeded to take the next 10 minutes messing around until they were asked to leave. I suppose it was to try to establish a love story between Spader and girl, but that whole love story just didn't work for me.
Coming back to something I said above, well, I half-called it. They even called it "The Warehouse"! Spader fought the gang leader in a bloody warehouse, the gang leader died, although he did get the girl. I didn't think that would happen given how slightly depressing this whole thing was. Seriously, what were we supposed to take away from this? Sometimes high school is tough? Sometimes people suck? I'll go with that one.
One last thing - Robert Downey Jr stole that loaf of bread at the fancy country club and put it in his pants, and the maitre d' just put it right back on the spread. That wouldn't happen in an actual fancy gala like that, it would be discarded and he would be escorted out. I don't know why such a minor detail stuck out to me, but I found that ridiculous.
I didn't enjoy this very much. I don't know if it was because I watched Heathers so soon before this, and kept comparing the two in my head for some reason, but it just...didn't work. The writing was subpar and everything was cliche after cliche. I'm going to give it a 5/10. I echo what other said above - this could have used some sort of martial arts, for James Spader to train to be better and use his skills after a montage to save the day. Oh well.