Over the Edge (1979) personifies this volatile period of development as a very loud scream into the night about disaffected youth and disconnected parents. Its origins can be traced to a rash of incidents in the early 1970s in the San Francisco suburb of Foster City, where roaming packs of kids (some as young as nine) were causing a massive amount of property damage and disruptions of services. A planned community built on a landfill, Foster City overlooked a good percentage of its population in its plush, nautical design, which served as the root cause of this revolt. And after reading and gathering several articles on these “Mousepack” crime sprees and the city’s struggles and failures on how to deal with it, Tim Hunter showed them to his former film history student, Charlie Haas, thinking this would make a great exploitation movie they could co-write together.
Haas agreed, and after touring Foster City, a sterile place that “made everyone feel a little disposable” and interviewing several local youths, the two hammered out a script on this new, peculiar form of suburban blight. “The kids were bored, so they committed crimes,” said Hunter. “And they used drugs. And they drank. They told us everything. They were very honest with us.” But these weren’t inner-city slum kids; these kids were white with affluent middle-class parents. And at the heart of the story was the inescapable irony of how a move to this overly conceived (to the point of misconception), clean and safe neighborhood turned these parents’ kids into the very things they’d left the city to escape from in the first place. And while Hunter and Haas’ script kinda skims over the 'why' this happened, it definitely revels in the 'how' it happened. "The only main difference between the film and the article was that our ending was a lot more violent."
The story is fairly simple (the answers are where it gets complicated). Carl (Kramer), a fairly good kid with fairly good parents (Romano, Geer), is fed up with the daily tedium of life for those fifteen-and-under in New Grenada (-- subbing in for Foster City, a cookie-cutter, half-finished, and seemingly demilitarized suburban tract on the edge of nowhere in the scrublands of northern Colorado, and a character all its own). He hangs out with a rowdy crowd of drunks and dopers and vandals (Spano, Fergus) because, again, there is simply nothing else to do except that or hang out at the Rec Center. In-between being hounded by the cops or facing another monotonous day at school, Carl finds some understanding and a budding romance with Cory (Ludwig). But, everything falls apart when a crackdown is ordered and the Rec Center is closed under a false pretext to clean up the town before a visit from outside investors totally backfires, when one of the kids, Richie (Dillon), is accidentally shot for brandishing an unloaded weapon. From there, the violence escalates, culminating in a full-blown, nigh apocalyptic riot at the high school.
Turning the script over to long time family friend and film producer, George Litto, the script was shopped around until it finally found a home at Orion, who committed to their pitch of Rebel Without a Cause '78, but were still skittish for reasons we'll get into in a second. To direct, Litto hired Jonathan Kaplan (Night Call Nurses, Truck Turner, White Line Fever), another protege of Roger Corman's film school, who also worked with Martin Scorcese, which helps to explain the films outstanding editing. As the film progresses, it's easy to see which side Kaplan, Hunter and Haas are on, but, to their credit, they play fair enough with the adults -- these are decent people, even Sgt. Doberman (Northup), facing mounting pressures and scrambled priorities. The film honestly feels like a callback to those old safety screeds / exploitative morality plays of the 1950s, like Corman's own Teenage Doll (1957), Edward Bernd's High School Hellcats (1958) or William Witney's Cool and the Crazy (1958).
One of Orion's major sticking points was the cast of unknowns, which Kaplan insisted on. I think finding real, inexperienced kids was the right choice. All the kids are believable, adding a thick layer of authenticity, especially when you add Kaplan and cinematographer Andrew Davis' industrial, documentary style camerawork, which makes things even more real and helps you glean over the few instances when their novice actors are "acting" a little too hard. (Several unsubstantiated rumors had them committing several felonies, too, getting their cast drunk, all minors, for the party scene. Their charges also made it a nightly habit of trashing the wing of the hotel they were housed in). The film is famous for introducing Matt Dillon, who, I think, shows an immature spark of what was to come but he was trying way too hard to get his Vinnie Barbarino on here. (The true standouts to my eye are Spano and Ludwig -- and Julia Pomeroy, as the counselor and sole adult the kids really trust.)
Kaplan was also smart enough to listen to his cast. Whenever they were filming a scene and he heard giggling, he'd stop the take and ask if it was too lame and, if so, how to fix the scene or dialogue. And that killer soundtrack? We owe all that to Ludwig, whom Kaplan sought advice from and used whatever was playing on her boom-box between takes.
In the end, though, Over the Edge turned out a little too real for the studio. Caught in the public backlash against the incidents of gang fights at screenings of The Warriors (1978) and Boulevard Nights (1978), Orion made the awkward decision to promote Kaplan's film as a horror movie to distance themselves from that stigmatization, explaining all the zombified teens on the posters and ad-mats during its original release in 1979 (-- a far cry from the I Was a Teenage Mad Max advanced posters), which was extremely limited before the studio basically chickened out and yanked it. Two years later the film was rediscovered and became a critic's darling, earning the official credentials of an overlooked gem, and finally garnered a wider release; but the film never really found its audience until it hit HBO, where it proved very formative to the likes of Kurt Cobain.
I first saw Over the Edge in my early twenties, and hadn't seen it since I bought the DVD nearly ten years ago. On this re-watch, I found myself questioning my own allegiances as things played out between the yuppies and our (snot-nosed) punk anti-heroes, mostly due to the specter of Columbine and Sandy Hook wheedling its way into my brain as the climactic riot at the school broke out. I grew up in the same era, in the same kind of isolation, where there was nothing else to do but watch movies, play video games, drive around, and drink. A lot. And, so, yes, being a kid sucks. But I got news for you, so does being an adult. The lyrics change, but the song remains the same and all that. And there's that moment at the end of the movie, where our main character, who thinks he knows the answer, realizes he knows nothing at all. Welcome to adulthood, kid.
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The Fine Print: Over the Edge was watched via the Warner Home Video DVD. Screened as a double-feature with Renee Daalder's Massacre at Central High (1976). Sources: Mike Sack's Oral History of Over the Top at Vice.com. What's the Cult Movie Project? That's four down, with 196 to go.
Over the Edge (1979) Orion Pictures / P: George Litto / AP: Robert S. Bremson, Joe Kapp / D: Jonathan Kaplan / W: Charles S. Haas, Tim Hunter / C: Andrew Davis / E: Robert Barrere / M: Sol Kaplan / S: Michael Eric Kramer, Pamela Ludwig, Matt Dillon, Vincent Spano, Tom Fergus, Harry Northup, Andy Romano, Ellen Geer, Julia Pomeroy