It was in the cult section of the last video store, a "specialty" one, here in Princeton. I found "Suburbia," about a loose gang of vaguely punk kids who had tried to find a home in an abandoned real estate development in the LA outlands.
Here's how you know you are middle-aged. I was concerned about real estate values the entire time. There are, apparently, these semi-abandoned developments in what Angelenos call The Antelope Valley or the Inland Empire.
These areas sprung up to serve the military bases around it, and now serve as the last frontier of affordable housing for people who work "down below;" over the mountains in the LA Basin.
The movie starts out in a very cliche way: punk kids misunderstood, homeowners fascist repressive nazi jackasses.
I won't spoil the end by telling you that the movie ends with the youngest member of the clan (maybe 8 years old)being killed by the suburbo-rednecks. Wait, I just did. That's OK you won't see it anyway.
I saw the movie in Georgetown with Walsh McGuire, about the most punk kid that existed at Georgetown Prep. Afterward, we broke a window or something to show what badasses we were. We hid in the cemetery on Wisconsin below M Street, as though the police actually gave a damn.
Hard to believe that kids actually saw that movie and identified with it. Then again, "Qaudrophenia" made me want to drink, smoke, run from cops and get into fights. The operative word here is impressionable.
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