Scary Movie
Following hard on the heels of the Wayans brothers'
Scary Moviess, Joel Gallen's directorial debut,
Not Another Teen Movie parodies another
teen-oriented genre: high school films. These are as
obvious a choice for parody as horror films, as both
have well defined narrative parameters and a closet
full of generic conventions. For every (if you'll
excuse the gratuitous quoting of Scream's
Sidney Prescott), "stupid girl running up the stairs
when she should be running out the door," there is her
teen flick counterpart, the awkward, shy girl who will
blossom into a prom queen.
Of course, the similarities between the two genres
don't end with an ill-defined gender politics. Both
horror and high school films make their most direct
marketing appeals to young audiences. Both address
teen sexual anxiety and desire; both consider the
effects of adolescent physical changes and peer
competitions. And where Scary Movie obviously
recognizes the sexuality troubles in horror films,
Not Another Teen Movie one-ups the Wayans in
"unnecessary" nudity, where the unnecessary-ness is
precisely the point. In Scary Movie, we see
Carmen Electra, riffing on Drew Barrymore in the first
Scream, running across a darkened lawn, chased
by the killer, while jetting sprinklers drench what
little clothing she has on. In Not Another Teen
Movie, "The Foreign Exchange Student" named Areola
(Cerina Vincent), goes naked throughout the movie,
even rhetorically asking the principal of John Hughes
High School, "My breasts are perky, yes?" If this
sounds merely vulgar, a cheap excuse for some T&A
shots, it is. But it is also one of the funnier
running gags in the film. Near the end, at the
obligatory end-of-teen-flick party scene, we pan past
another naked girl, who is outraged that Areola has
worn the same outfit to the party that she has, as her
friend consoles her, "It looks better on you."
Not all the jokes are this successful. One
particularly stupid gag ends in a toilet crashing into
a classroom from the floor above, spraying the class
and sanctimonious teacher (skewering similar teachers
from Tim Hunter's River's Edge and Gus Van
Sant's Finding Forrester) is shit. Ha, Ha.
Regardless of the varying success of the comedy,
screenwriters Michael Bender, Adam Jay Epstein, Andrew
Jacobson, and Scary Movie (1 and 2) vets Phil
Beauman and Buddy Johnson, clearly know their teen
movies. From the aforementioned "John Hughes High
School," to the fact that the football team plays in
"Harry Dean Stadium" (Harry Dean Stanton, of course,
played Molly Ringwald's father in Pretty in
Pink), Not Another Teen Movie is jam-packed
with references to a vast array of '80s and '90s youth
films.
Perhaps most successful is Not Another Teen
Movie's commentary on the incessant whiteness of
the genre. Deon Richmond plays Malik, the "Token Black
Guy," who realizes his place in JH High School and
teen flick hierarchies. Malik tells his friends that
he exists to "add color," and occasionally let loose
with quips like "That's so wack." And indeed, he has
little to do but stand around in the background and
occasionally let loose with a "That's so wack!" During
the party scene Malik confronts the only other black
character in sight (an uncredited cameo by Sean
Patrick Thomas), gently explaining that HE is supposed
to be the black guy at this party. The intruder
apologizes and leaves, after which Malik breathes a
sigh of relief; everything is right in his world
again.
Elsewhere, the JH High cheerleading squad is
confronted by the North Compton Clovers, who accuse
the white girls of stealing their cheers. (Need I
remind that this is the narrative drive of Bring It
On?) To prove their cheers are their own, the JH
High girls work the crowd with a cheer declaring they
are the North Compton Clovers, and chanting over and
over how they aren't white, to the exact music used by
the "real" North Compton girls in the "real" Bring
It On. What these two gags suggest is how, even
when and whether specific teen films like Bring It
On and Save the Last Dance try to address,
if not rectify, the racial politics of the genre, it
remains a largely white affair.
On other conventions, NATM doesn't quite go far
enough, as in its rather lame attempt to address the
films' inherent and aggressive heterosexuality. It
does recognize how the films put masculine beauty and
male bodies on display, particularly when the film
re-shoots the whipped cream bikini scene from
Varsity Blues, only with Jake (Chris Evans),
"The Popular Jock," wearing the bikini. At another
point, "The Cocky Blond Guy" Austin (Eric Christian
Olsen, of TV's Smallville), doesn't quite get a
"fag" joke. For the most part, though, NATM
doesn't extend its parody to the structures of
homoeroticism and homophobia that underlie most films
in the high school genre.
The most obvious thing Not Another Teen Movie
doesn't address is the popularity of the genre and the
role teen flicks play in "real" young people's lives.
By way of example, several years ago, in a class on
youth movies and youth cultures, students wondered why
we weren't going to be screening Empire
Records. I admitted I hadn't seen it, but from
what I knew about it, the film seemed little different
from other films we would watch, most especially
The Breakfast Club. They assured me it was
TOTALLY different. After viewing the film, I realized
we were both right: ER was really an update of
BC. This anecdote attests to how, for all their
conventions and stereotypes, and whether or not they
offer "accurate" representations of young people,
their lives, concerns, and conflicts, teen flicks do
represent a range of types with which young viewers
can variously identify, however tangentially.
Regardless of the fact that I never found my own
representational correlate in The Breakfast
Club, when I was a teen, the film somehow spoke to
me, just as Empire Records spoke to many of my
students. It's all about representin', after all,
about finding validation of oneself through popular
cultural forms. And isn't representational parity in
media been one thing that minorities of all sorts --
whether racial, sexual, ethnic, or even generational
-- have been demanding for years?