‘Let’s take a ride, run with the dogs tonight, in Suburbia’ ran the lyrics to a popular track from the Pet Shop boys first album; Neil Tennant was a knowledgeable magazine editor, so when he doffs his hat to film-makers, from Jack Bond to Derek Jarman, there’s usually something behind it. Penelope Spheeris’s 1983 film was a snapshot of youth gone wild, a tradition that runs back to Rebel Without a Cause, but despite Roger Corman’s role as producer, it’s anything but exploitation; this is a thoughtful, powerful film that poses tricky questions about how we treat our children.
Also known as Rebel Streets and The Wild Side, Suburbia is a film that pulls no punches; it opens and closes with the violent deaths of children, so triggers warnings are required. Evan Johnson (Bill Coyne) runs away from home in the greater LA suburbs, and finds his way to a punk-rock gig, where he’s drugged and wakes up in a pool of his own vomit. He’s adopted by Jack Diddley (Chris Pedersen), who shares with the kid the small piece of squalor that he owns; a disused house on the edge of town where a collection of punks have accumulated, away from the society that they’ve rejected for a number of reasons. The dogs run free around here, but the attentions of the police, and vigilante grounds known as Citizens Against Crime, cast a shadow over Evan’s new home, and tragedy is the inevitable consequence.
Spheeris has already made a splash with her documentary The Decline of Western Civilisation, and brings the same admirable attention to detail here; the punk gigs look real, and those playing Evan’s friends are genuine punks rather than actors pretending. A female director proves an inspired choice; Suburbia looks gimlet-eyed at the failure of the police, and society by implication, to recognise the reasons for youth’s revolt. Although there is aggression, and some unbearable behaviour, Spheeris makes no bones about the kids being alright, just marginalised and neglected, and her empathetic strategies pay off big time.
Pop-culture bonuses include an early appearance by Flea from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, plus performances from The Vandals, D.I. and T.S.O.L; as a picture of a music scene, Suburbia feels authentic. There are moments when Corman and Spheeris seems to be in conflict; the undressing of a female concert-goer by a mob in unnecessarily and uncomfortably protracted. But there are comparatively few films that reflect a female POV on 80’s society, and Suburbia lives up to a reputation as a cult classic that offers something unique and engrossing; this comprehensively packaged blu-ray re-issue on the 101 Black Label is essential viewing for those who want to understand that today’s problems are just yesterday’s problems unresolved.
Suburbia (1983) (Limited Edition)
Thanks to 101 Films for advance access to this title. Suburbia is out now in the UK.
BRAND NEW EXTRAS
• Interview with director Penelope Spheeris
• Limited edition booklet: Includes Punks in Suburbia by Jon Towlson and Before Suburbia: Gangs on Film by Barry Forshaw
ADDITIONAL EXTRAS
• Commentary with director Penelope Spheeris
• Commentary with director Penelope Spheeris, producer Bert Dragin and actor Jennifer Clay
• Still Gallery
• TV Spots
• Trailer
Maybe if Jabba ate the main character I’d watch this….
Sigh.
Indigestion? Eating too many Crumbs?
Jabba never eats his pals, does he?
He kills them quick enough, so it’s only a short step to eating them after the killing.
Can’t remember what he eats. But he does have an uneaten pal in Crumb.
He eats some sort of frog like creatures. He has a big bowl of them by him during Return of the Jedi
Not a big bowl of friends.
Crumb looks pretty froggy to me. I could see Jabba mistaking him for a jumbo frog one night when he’s got the munchies and eating him by mistake.
Intergalactic crime lords do have their eccentricities after all.
Slurs and innuendos…
Not heard of this one. Certainly sounds interesting. Cult classic is an overused term but I’ll take your word for it that this is deserving of the tag.
What part of “it never consisted of having to ingest rats, or any other rodents really.” didn’t you understand?? And BTW where is everyone?? Have you upset everyone else and they’ve buggered orft, or have you banned everyone ‘cept l’il ol’me?
Pretty much thrown out everyone to you, you can stay as Salacious Crumb to my Jabba. Blocked, banned, only the strong survive! It’s quality rather than quantity that’s important!
I have no idea what a Salacious Crumb should do, but I’m game!
Hate to burst your bubble, but you really don’t want to be Salacious Crumb. It was Jabba’s pet:
Here’s it’s pix:
https://allisonsanimals.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/crumb41.jpg
But he’s kind of cute in a horrible way, I’ll take that. 🤣
Booky or Salacious Crumb?
Salacious crumb of course. Booky is cute in a scary way.
Agreed. He got zoomed by psychic grandma last night, so will be laying low for a bit…
Is zooming painful?
Yes. She’s always trying to con Booky. He’s so easily duped!
You try and ruin everything!
Am I succeeding?
Intermittently
Excellent. I’ll take what I can get!
Nope. Nopety Nope. Urk.
It’s the high standard of your comments that save you from the block. Every time. Did you get as far as the guy putting a live rat in his mouth?
Yes that was when the urk happened.
Best bits always in the trailer.
That was not best in any shape or form.
Best rat ingestion in a movie FACT!
Well if you like that sort of thing I’m pleased for you. Are you liking this because it reminds you of your misspent youth? How many rats did you ingest? Is that a Scottish thing to do like haggis? Your fans want to know!
I’m liking this because it’s a thoughtful and intelligent film.
I do not ingest rats, no. Haggis make a great meal, but you have to catch them first!
My misspent youth blurs into misspent adulthood. It’s all one thing…
That explains a lot!
What’s the point of having youth if you don’t misspend it?
I get that, I myself have imbibed of misexpenditure in my salad years, but it never consisted of having to ingest rats, or any other rodents really.
You’re nothing in my hood until you ingest your first rat.
What? Blingfield has a hood??
Did I say I grew up in Blingfield? I went to the School of Hard Knocks. Graduated with Honours.
Ah yes old Glasgow I believe. Well that explains everything else. Porridge with grated rat for brekkie?
You must be posh! Not many round here could afford grated rat! On Xmas day if we were lucky!
Of course I’m posh! You knew that!
Must be if ingested rat is a commonplace meal. We used to dream of that.