Tom, you’re absolutely right, you’re wrong. It isn’t About A Boy. Even though it is about a boy.
Yep, that’s Christian Slater spinning his records, which is legal, while delivering monologues about how unfair it is to be a teenager, which is legal, to an army of fans, which is legal, using shocking profanities and obscenities, which is probably a little naughty, via his pirate radio signal, which is illegal. And sometimes he takes that volume knob and pumps it. Therefore, it is Pump Up The Volume.
The 60:60
The PTA persistently demonstrates their commitment to be as uncool and as heinous as possible. Except for Christian Slater’s dad. He sometimes almost sounds like his heart is in the right place, even though he’s so square. Though it doesn’t help that he and his wife deliver dialogue to their son as if they are having two completely different conversations about how the son needs to make friends and better himself.
The 80:80
This isn’t Matthew Broderick playing Global Thermonuclear War, this is just some fun on the public airwaves. So the yellow FCC delivery vans are just there to hang out and monitor the situation at the high school. Everyone is casual about it – do you see the angle that girl in the blue and white stripes is cocking her head? You can’t do that unless you are extremely relaxed about an increased FCC presence at your school.
One last gasp of film in the reel, the 100:100
This movie only made ten million 1990-bucks at the box office, which maybe explains why it is so hard to find on streaming services. Or maybe The Man doesn’t want movies about cocky loners banding together to be rude to authority figures out there.
You’re up, @MrTibbs! You can say whatever you want! You can build a hyperlocal audience of fans who hang on your every word. It’s like you are an influencer, a streamer, a blogger, a public access TV host, a zine publisher, a maniac on a soapbox in the middle of a park.