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-high school is hypnotic.

it ticks, and tocks,

drawing us into a world we know all too well --

from memories, dreams,

and most of all, from the movies.

the further we venture inside,

the more we give ourselves over to its eternal rhythm.

before we know it,

we're under the spell of a parallel universe.

buses glide into the parking lot.

stars and stripes hang lifeless as another semester unfolds.

teens from all around flock into the building,

lost in an endless ritual.

most remain oblivious

to their role within this vast production,

but those who wake from the trance

and see the system for what it really is,

find that the path to freedom lies straight ahead.

the best way to survive high school

is to play by high school's rules.

transfer student sarah

understands these rules better than anyone

in "the craft".

blessed with a supernatural gift,

she senses a path through the maze of high school

and sets a course for what lies beyond.

first, she identifies natural allies

in bonnie, nancy and rochelle - a trio of gothic pariahs

tormented by their fellow students...

-hey, scary bitch alert. -oh, god!

i thought it was satan. -[ praying indistinctly ]

-...and marked as outsiders by factors they can't control.

-shark!

-why are you doing this to me, laura?

do you think you' re funny?

-you really wanna know why?

-yes, i really wanna know why.

-because i don't like negroids.

[ chuckles ] -[ chuckles ]

-sorry.

-bonded together, they assert their power as one.

-you girls watch out for those weirdos.

-[ scoffs ]

we are the weirdos, mister.

-as they forge a fresh path through the system,

they liberate themselves from the past...

-i drink of my sisters,

and i ask for the ability to not hate those who hate me,

especially racist pieces of bleach-blonde shit,

like laura lizzie.

-...and wreak gruesome revenge on those who've done them wrong.

for them, high school will never be the same.

but as they share out sarah's incredible abilities

amongst the group...

-light as a feather, stiff as a board.

light as a feather, stiff as a board.

-...they cease to exist as distinct individuals,

instead taking on a collective identity.

nancy can be nancy...

...or she can be sarah,

as the borders between them fade away.

unnerved by this loss of self,

sarah turns her back on the others...

-there you are! we've been looking everywhere for you.

-...and turns them against her.

-well, if you're gonna leave the circle,

you might wanna think about leaving the school.

-and maybe the city, too. we're not sure.

-or the planet.

-desperate to maintain control,

the trio join forces to crush sarah's rebellion,

but weakened by their missing link,

they' re helpless to defend themselves...

-where are you going?!

...as she tears the pack apart from within.

-i bind you, nancy, from doing harm --

harm against other people and harm against yourself.

-wait. -i bind you, nancy, from doing harm --

harm against other people and harm against yourself.

-as the group shatters beyond repair,

power returns to the individual.

-we were just wondering,

do you -- do you still have any powers?

-'cause we don't.

-hold your breath until i call.

-she probably doesn't have any powers anyway.

-the spell of high school is lifted.

- she knows everything about everyone

she's the star, she's the only one to belong

she feels bad for you that you don't compare

she knows it's hard when she sees, she sees you stare

she's a symbol of the turning world

she thinks everybody's in love with her

she's a stone-cold fox

she's a stone-cold fox

and the trees, like lungs, filling up with air

my sister, the mean one, pulling my hair

and those girls, they were just women in disguise

they understood it all, there was darkness and pain

in their eyes

it only matters that we loved them

it only matters that we loved them

it only matters that we loved them

it only matters that we loved them

it only matters that we loved them

it only matters that we loved them

[ bell rings ]

-a flurry of activity

signals the beginning of a transformative journey

through the treacherous high-school system.

as the new school year begins,

teens are poured into whichever mold best fits.

-these seats taken, here?

-no, go ahead.

-the thoughts and beliefs that make them who they are

must be set aside,

as they identify the common elements

that might bond them together...

-hi, i'm gavin. this is u.v.

-...because in a world where cliques rule...

-i'm steve.

-...they'll get nowhere on their own.

-it's a class system, man.

check it out.

there you got your motorheads, jocks --

all the world's a gasket, a lube job and a pack of luckys.

-we were the kids in high school who ran the fucking school.

that's all it is. this is an extension.

-we were the jocks in high school.

we played the sports, we ran the school, we ran the parties.

-i'm gonna miss this place --

the games, the parties, all these lovely women digging me.

-ah, now, over here you have your micro-geeks --

nerds, wiz-kids, and various other bottom-feeders.

music of choice --

the sound of an apple pc being booted up.

drug of choice -- stephen hawking's "a brief history of time"

and a cup of jasmine tea on a saturday night.

-you talk weird, and your clothes are lame.

you're just this wormy little guy

who sits in his room and studies.

-over there, you have your skaters --

riffin', ragin' kids and their ramp tramps.

baggy pants, dickie wools,

doing 50-50 grinds with a gnarly grab finish

on a homemade half pipe.

-they -- they look like trash,

they're wearing garbage,

they extend to the greatest limits of -- of insanity

and -- and -- and hideosity,

and i just don't understand why that's something that they strive for.

-here's where it gets really nasty.

-everyone wanted to be them.

you know them. they went to your school, too.

they totally ruled.

-you know, he's smart, he's rich.

he's witty, and everyone likes him.

-yeah, i knew kids like that -- superstars of high school.

[ bell rings ]

-that's it.

lesson over, class dismembered.

welcome to cradle bay high, stevie boy.

welcome to my nightmare.

-to a new arrival, high school is a jungle.

only by finding their rightful place

can a lost and lonely teen make their way to safety.

in "mean girls", navigating the crush of the cafeteria

proves an overwhelming task for new student cady

until she comes to appreciate the order beneath the chaos.

-here, this map is gonna be your guide to north shore.

now, where you sit in the cafeteria is crucial.

-a strict hierarchy

keeps each of the school's cliques in place,

damning some to obscurity while others are lifted to stardom.

most notorious are the plastics --

an elite gang of carefully sculpted teens

who will stop at nothing

to ensure their continued dominance.

so strong is their will

that the clique's supremacy goes entirely unquestioned

by the rest of the student body.

[ applause ]

the plastics offer to mold cady into one of their own,

transforming her into high-school royalty overnight.

-okay, you should just know that we don't do this a lot,

so this is, like, a really huge deal.

-we want to invite you to have lunch with us

every day for the rest of the week.

-oh, i-it's oka- -coolness!

so, we'll see you tomorrow.

on wednesdays, we wear pink.

-once inside, she discovers the source of the group's power.

to maintain their standing,

they must draw strength from their less-popular peers.

-it's our burn book.

see, we cut out girls' pictures from the yearbook,

and then we wrote comments.

"trang pak is a grotsky little byotch."

-still true.

-this is the clique's ultimate contradiction --

in reality, there's little to separate the plastics

from their fellow students.

-why is everybody stressing over this thing?

i mean, it's just plastic.

you could really just...

-[ gasps ] [ students gasp ]

-they survive only by feeding on the approval

of the very people they mistreat.

-i'm sorry that people are so jealous of me,

but i can't help it that i'm popular.

-without the support of those below them,

they'd fall headlong from their perch.

[ thud ]

teenage life is founded on this open secret.

-well, i know this sounds corny,

but whenever i feel the temptation of peer pressure,

i turn to god and he helps me through the problem.

-oh, that beautiful.

-the entire social fabric of high school

rests on a willingness to ignore

the artificial forces that keep the cliques in place.

-[ sniffs ]

-this culture of silence

can mask even the darkest of secrets,

as a group of high-school a-listers finds out

in " i know what you did last summer."

-a toast...

to us --

to our last summer of immature, adolescent decadence.

-[ chuckles ]

-somebody's buzzed.

-[ chuckles ]

yo, chum bait, take a hike!

[ glass shatters ]

-after accidentally running down a stranger in their car,

the teens are quick to assume

that they can steer clear of punishment.

-what do we do?

-help me.

-as members of their school's most privileged clique,

their slates can always be wiped clean.

-shit, they're slowing down!

-the only thing beyond their control...

-it's max.

-get rid of him!

-...is an outsider.

-julie? what you got, car trouble?

-actually, um...

-[ vomits, coughs ]

-...i-it's barry.

he's had way too much to drink,

and we' re trying to keep the upchuck out of the new car.

-what can i do for you, max?

-you can wipe that my-shit-don't-stink grin

off your face.

-a lone wolf will always be a threat to the herd.

-okay, max. will do.

have a good night.

-well, i'm sure she' ll just be darling.

-oh, my gosh, here they come!

i'm so excited!

-french exchange student genevieve

is a wolf in sheep's clothing in "slap her, she's french!"

- [ french accent ] hello. i am genevieve.

taken under the wing of the all-american grady family...

-bonjour!

...she's like nothing any of them have ever seen before --

sophisticated, modest, and charmingly individual.

-"what is perhaps most refreshing

"is her natural appearance.

"what a relief from the cosmetically enhanced barbies

that seem to overpopulate our school."

-along with the rest of their small texan town,

the gradys quickly fall head-over-heels in love

with her impossibly romantic sensibility --

a world apart from the picket fences of the lone star state.

-genevieve, these are my two best friends in the world --

ashley lopez and tanner jennings.

-hello.

-so, this is our little french visitor?

-oui.

that means "yeah."

it's what hip people in france say.

-ohhh! -ohhh!

-hey, cute outfit. -hi.

-soon, genevieve replaces the gradys' own daughter, starla,

as queen bee of their suburban high school.

-[ sighs ] good morning, starla.

oh, i love your new perfume. what's that called?

[ chuckles ] i remember. it's called "over!"

-oh, yeah?

[ scoffs ]

oh, and in case you didn't know,

your beret looks totally retarded!

[ indistinct singing in french ]

-but the glamour of her bohemian ways doesn't last long.

-many of you might recognize this little mess of a girl.

it's clarissa vogelsey, formerly of splendona, texas!

[ crowd gasps ]

-against the monotony of the cliques,

it's no wonder non-conformists appear so exotic,

but they're not always what they seem.

-isn't that right, clarissa?

-[ texas accent ] oh, you are such a loser bitch!

[ crowd gasps ]

-say what you want about me, but don't mess with splendona!

[ crowd gasps ]

[ cheers and applause ]

-to preserve order,

mavericks like genevieve must be cast out

or made over into something new.

class president zack rules the school in "she's all that."

-what's happening, connie?

-[ gasps ] he spoke to me.

-to prove his power, he bets his jock buddies

that he can transform any girl at school into prom queen,

such is the force of his social influence.

-take, uh...

take her for example --

short, decent rack,

kind of a chelsea clinton thing going on,

but given the right look, the right boyfriend,

bam! in six weeks, she's the one being crowned prom queen.

-but when they elect hopeless outcast laney

as his test subject,

his confidence is shaken.

-look, fat i can handle.

weird boobs, bad personality, maybe some sort of fungus.

come on, scary and inaccessible's another story.

-a member of even the most lowly of cliques

could've been rapidly promoted up the chain

to zack's stratosphere,

but laney exists completely outside of the system.

-laney.

-to remodel her,

zack will have to take a sabbatical

from the structure that's served him so well

and dive headfirst

into the uncertain waters of the outside world.

his odyssey begins at a performance-art show.

he does his best to embrace laney's way of life...

-[ sighs ]

hack-y-sack.

-...but it's clear

he longs to return to the security of his letterman jacket

and carefully honed reputation.

-by contrast, laney's first footsteps into zack's domain,

by way of a sleek red dress and an impromptu makeover session,

are a revelation.

- swing the spinning step

you wear those shoes, and i...

-finally, her individuality won't be a barrier

to her -- and zack's -- ability to get ahead.

soon, she's the talk of the hallway,

as students from all cliques

delight in her sudden embrace of their ways.

but for all her temporary celebrity,

her new look soon sees her fade quietly into the crowd.

laney's brand of rebellion is easily quelled,

not with brute force, but soft embrace.

-[ rapping ] between two girls, which one we gonna pick?

i'd rather pick laney 'cause taylor be talking -shhhh

she thinks she's all of that with everything in between

but who's about to be prom queen? laney

well taylor used to be the thing, but now she's not

laney's going for prom queen and taylor's hot

but we don't give a damn about taylor vaughan

'cause taylor's fading out and laney's on

if i could get with laney, yo, it'd be real cool

with the queen by my side, we'd run the whole damn school

- yo, keep it on the break, and i'ma keep this cool

taylor ditched zack for a car and a fool

all for the high-school jock named brock,

with my man click on the beatbox

-[ beatboxes ]

laney.

- yeah, she's all that

[ cheering ]

-with every role cast, the performance can begin.

i think it's the saddest thing i ever heard

but i've a reputation to uphold

i hate you so much that it makes me sick

but i don't trust myself with you, you know?

you take yourself too seriously

i always knew it would be like that

you take yourself too seriously

i guess this is a story that might bore you

are you too afraid to come up to me?

we'll dance, we'll kiss, then we'll go home

don't be who they want you to be

you take yourself too seriously

-beneath the chaotic surface of teen excess

lies a carefully orchestrated ritual --

-huntington hills high, kiss my ass!

-...the jocks at the centre

scheming to pair themselves up with available cheerleaders...

-there they are.

[ girls scream ]

-come on.

-...the geeks on the doorstep,

desperate to barter their way inside...

-there's no party.

-...the burnouts on the fringes,

observing the chaos from an impartial distance.

they're together but apart, united only by youth

and a faithful adherence to the high-school rule book.

-that girl didn't love you. she just felt sorry for you.

-naive oddball jimmy lives by a strict set of rules

in " bubble boy",

most of them dictated by his devout christian mother,

who keeps him locked up in a sterile plastic dome

to protect him from the corruption of the wider world.

she maintains total control

over everything that passes through the bubbles walls.

-and they pinocchio came out of his plastic bubble,

touched the filthy little whore next door, and died.

the end.

-but still, some nagging resistance

keeps jimmy from submitting entirely to her authority,

especially once a rival for his affections arrives on the scene.

-something was happening to me,

but i didn't know what.

[ gasps ]

mom!

-jimmy, what's going on?! -[ screams ]

-what happened?!

are you all right? -what is it?!

-oh! oh, my god. -[ whimpers ]

[ shouts ] -don't touch it!

hands off!

now, just relax, don't get upset. -it hurts!

-just -- just do what i tell your father,

just say the pledge of allegiance over and over until it goes away.

come on!

-i pledge allegiance to the flag of the united states of america,

and to the republic for which it stands,

one nation under god, indivisible,

with liberty and justice for all.

i pledge allegiance to the flag of the united states...

-the seeds of doubt are planted,

and as jimmy's new crush, chloe, edges ever closer...

-i suck!

-...the bubble proves

an entirely ineffective chastity belt.

-you have to just press harder. -okay.

-harder here.

-like -- -now go. now go.

-okay.

-harder. - when i look

[ strums clumsily ]

all a...rou-- round...

-i pledge allegiance to the flag of the united states of america

-soon, she attempts to breach the dome...

-that's why i'm coming in.

-chloe! wait! whoa. whoa.

-...but jimmy blocks her out,

paying close attention to his mother's warnings.

rejected, chloe is propelled into the arms of the anti-jimmy,

a swaggering, mulleted extrovert with nothing to hold him back.

-mark, jimmy. jimmy, mark.

-sup, jimbo?

-pushed to the limit, jimmy attempts to reconcile

his longing for chloe with his fear of the outside world.

he constructs a mobile bubble and takes it on the road

in search of answers

to a question he doesn't fully understand.

along the way, his confusion only deepens.

-are you all right?!

-a busload of pilgrims

stress the dangers of giving in to impulse...

-first, we prepare our souls

by stripping ourselves of all material possessions,

and sexual desires.

[ laughing ]

-...while a free-spirited biker

encourages him to lose his inhibitions and go for it.

-slim? -yeah.

-what's it like?

-[ laughs ]

1200 ccs of american steel vibrating between your legs!

oh, man.

i'm talking fourth gear.

4000 rpms!

ai! [ laughs ]

-that sounds amazing. [ chuckles ]

-[ breathing heavily ]

-jimmy is torn...

but not for long.

chloe finally within his grasp, he sheds the bubble for good.

-i'd rather spend one minute holding you

than the rest of my life knowing i never could.

the rules fall away, as instinct takes over.

-it's okay, i want you to.

-wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, we can't --

we can't do this. we can't do this.

-as their bodies

pull them ever closer towards a sexual awakening,

teenage minds exert an equal and opposite reaction

to pull them away

[ bell rings ]

out in the open, sex seems a strange and terrifying thing.

torn between desire and fear,

teens are trapped in a hopeless battle...

against themselves.

in "idle hands", adolescent stoner anton

lives a life of quiet apathy in his sleepy suburban hometown.

his sexual instincts, numbed by drugs and boredom, lie dormant.

at least until his pubescent urges are roused

by the sudden appearance of molly,

a soulful artist who entrances anton

with the beauty of her lyricism...

-these are great.

-...and petrifies him with the prospect of her sexuality.

-my book!

thank you so much for...

returning it.

hey!

-she sparks in him a total personality shift,

his normal passive self

mutating into an aggressive, deeply volatile persona.

-want a beer?

-no, thanks. -you sure? just --

[ glass shatters ]

[ screams ]

-whoa.

-mick.

-this new anton

lashes out violently at his slacker friends

but when confronted, denies responsibility.

-no man, i didn't do it.

-o-okay, anton.

[ breathing heavily ]

i have to leave now.

-instead, he blames

that ultimate agent of teen sexuality --

his right hand.

-aah!

aah!

-the hand takes on a mind of its own,

eliminating any obstacle in its path

as it sets a course for the object of its affection.

[ doorbell buzzes ]

panic-stricken by what he appears to crave,

anton tries to resist the hand's impulses...

-[ grunts ]

-...but the rest of his body proves weak by comparison.

-look, do you want to come inside for a second and talk?

-[ muffled ] no. -yeah?

-[ muffled ] no! -okay.

-[ grunts loudly ]

-desperate to put an end to these unwanted desires,

he resolves to sever the hand,

castrating himself from its impure urges.

-[ shouts ]

[ screams ]

[ breathing heavily ]

-it's a bold sacrifice...

[ rustling ]

-...but this is one appetite that won't be so easily suppressed.

[ rustling ]

-oh, shit.

-[ moans ]

-detached from his mind and body,

anton's sexual instincts now run riot,

with disastrous consequences.

-[ breathing heavily ]

oh, right there.

[ moans ]

oh, my goodness.

oh!

[ screams ]

[ screams ]

[ choking ]

[ neck snaps ]

[ screams ]

-with sexual awakening so often ending in catastrophe,

it's not hard to see why teens might be eager to put it off.

-does it hurt down by your tailbone, or it up higher?

is -- is it tight throughout here?

-maybe.

-does it ache back here?

-might.

-oh, my god.

do you think it's cramps?

-[ coughs ] would you give it a rest for two seconds? oh...

-pam, we're eating. -henry...

the girls are both three years late menstruating, okay? it's not normal.

if it's finally happening...

-in "ginger snaps",

the onset of puberty in teenage nihilist ginger

coincides with the beginning of her transformation

into a werewolf.

both developments trigger gruesome physical changes

and extreme shifts in temperament,

making it hard to separate one

from the other.

-i'm sure it seems like a lot of blood.

it's a period!

-but really, it was like...

uh...

-geyser.

-mm-hmm. everyone seems to panic their first time.

in three to five days,

you'll find lighter bright-red bleeding.

that may turn to a brownish or blackish sludge,

which signals the end of the flow.

-okay, so it's all normal. -very.

expect it every 28 days, give or take, for the next 30 years.

-[ chuckles lightly ] great.

thanks.

-oh, what about, um, hair that wasn't there before?

and pain? -mm-hmm.

comes with the territory.

-for ginger and so many others like her,

fear and sex become inextricably linked...

-[ breathing raggedly ] i get this ache.

and i-i thought it was for sex,

but it's to tear everything to fucking pieces.

[ wretches ]

...the result of years of conditioning.

-don't have sex, 'cause you will get pregnant...

and die.

don't have sex in the missionary position,

don't have sex standing up...

just don't do it. promise?

okay, everybody take some rubbers.

-such powerful impulses...

-w-wait a second.

...soon become a source of shame.

-[ breathing heavily ]

i know i'm not supposed to be doing this.

it's bad, wrong.

wrong, bad.

no, it's not bad. it's --

jesus christ.

-wrong, bad.

bad, wrong.

wrong, bad.

bad, wrong.

-in "the girl next door", high-school everyman matthew

refuses to even acknowledge his sexuality,

instead hiding it away

beneath his straight-a student, surefire valedictorian image.

but like the rest of his peers,

sex eventually finds it's way into matthew's life

in the form of next-door neighbor danielle.

-oh, my god, she's so hot

-what channel, dude?

-no, th-the girl next door.

i-i can see her through my window.

-how's the rack?

-god, who is this girl?

oh, my god.

-what?

matt, what?

matt... [ telephone beeps ]

-[ breathing heavily ]

[ telephone rings, beeps ]

-dude, what the fuck -- [ telephone beeps ]

-large on confidence and short on clothing,

she coaxes matthew out of his shell,

urging him to explore his wild side and live for the moment.

-what?

-you saw me.

-[ chuckles ]

yeah, right, like i'm gonna strip right here.

are you -- are you serious?

no.

uh...[chuckles]

no.

no, never gonna happen.

-unh-unh.

the whole package.

[ car horn honks ] -aah!

jesus!

-years of repression are undone in a matter of days

as danielle teaches matthew

to embrace his sexual self, rather than subdue it.

-so, you're about to graduate.

you must be going nuts right now.

-yeah.

i mean, uh [sighs]

it's just been, uh, been off the hook, you know?

-really? -yeah.

-so, what's the craziest thing you've done lately?

-she seems sent from above

to fulfill his every masturbatory fantasy.

-how do you want me?

-but still, he turns her down.

-why are you doing this?

-what?

-this.

-isn't this what you want?

-sex is what matthew wants,

but not with danielle, or at least not yet.

-take her to a motel room, and bang her like a beast!

-eli, i like this girl.

-and you can still like her with your penis inside her.

-[ scoffs ]

when he discovers to his horror that she's secretly a porn star,

the revelation merely confirms

matthew's worst suspicions about danielle.

-matt, matt!

dude, you're missing the best part.

-she makes public the side of herself

that matthew denies altogether.

the chasm between them is simply too great,

and it's clear who should be the one to change.

excuse me.

i just want to let you know,

i know who you really are...

...and you're better than this.

-and so, danielle abandons her career

and follows matthew into a world of prim respectability.

-thank you.

-for what?

-i never went to prom.

[ chuckles ]

-in the end, it's him who saves her,

molding her into his own image

and paving the way towards his ultimate goal.

teen sexuality doesn't have to be suppressed...

...it just has to be contained...

-ready?

-yeah, yeah, yeah, just -- just two seconds.

-...and revealed only at precisely the right moment.

[ coughing ]

okay. hold on.

[ exhaling deeply ]

-henry, are you ready?

-i'm ready.

yeah, i wanna fix all my mistakes

yeah, i didn't expect to fall in love

so drop dead

love, so drop dead

yeah, you know i've seen it all before

yeah, this sound really sucks for sure

so go back

sure, so go back

haven't you ever wanted to disappear?

to disappear

i thought maybe you could help me

to disappear

let's be honest, just be honest

can you be honest?

yeah, you couldn't turn back the clock

yeah, nothing will ever hurt as much

i'm fallin'

as much, i'm falling

yeah, this is all a big mistake

yeah, will you still want me when i leave?

it's over

i leave, it's over

haven't you ever wanted to disappear?

to disappear

i thought maybe you could help me

to disappear

let's be honest, just be honest

can you be honest?

ba-a-a-ck

how far do you go ba-a-a-ack?

how far do you go ba-a-a-ack?

[ both breathing heavily ]

-sex changes everything.

in a post-coital rapture,

teens slip through the looking glass

and into a world in which their place no longer seems certain.

-i think maybe

it's more powerful than we'd like it to be.

-it's fucking trippy...

that's for sure.

-as their outward appearances and inner-lives

begin to diverge,

the adolescent mind splits in two.

a widening rift

separates the image projected to the outside world

from the unexamined truth within.

teens are faced with two versions of themselves,

barely sure of which is real.

-...that's a part of history you can't change.

-in "jeepers creepers", siblings darry and trish,

wile away a cross-country drive

by guessing the meanings of custom license plates.

-"gay...

"gay fever."

no, "gay forever"!

-darry's suggestions reveal more about his own concerns

than those of the plates' owners.

-that's a "6", not a "g", you idiot.

that's "sexy forever".

that's mine. that's 5 to 2.

-shit.

-gay fever?

[ chuckles ]

[ tires screech ]

-soon, he spirals into his own personal gay fever

after stumbling upon a body-strewn lair

filled with semi-naked teenage boys.

-what?

-i found a-- aah!

jesus! aah!

get off!

-darry!

darry!

-oh, jesus.

oh!

[ gasps ]

-[ breathes deeply ]

-this chamber of homoerotic horror belongs to the creeper,

a predatory half-human killer

with a fondness for '30s jazz standards.

-[ whistling ]

the inhabitants of a small, conservative town

live in constant fear

of this sexually-voracious monster in their midst.

darry, on the other hand,

seems every bit as fascinated with the creeper

as the creeper is with him.

-[ grunts ]

-eventually, the monster takes ahold of the boy,

tossing trish aside and making his intentions clear

-you don't want him.

you don't want him.

whatever you want...

you can take it from me.

-[ choking ]

-let him go, and take me.

you let him go!

[ '30s jazz music plays ]

-his body eviscerated by the beast,

darry is strung up on display,

just another monument to the creeper's dark desires.

-[ sighs ]

teens' unwilling to follow darry's lead

and give in to their repressed impulses

instead resort to outlandish acts of denial.

-what the fuck?!

[ beep ] -mail, motherfucker.

-hey, i got one from mike.

-in "eurotrip",

suburban teen scotty

feels landlocked in his quiet hometown.

bored of the routine,

he exchanges wistful e-mails with his german pen-pal, mike.

-" dear mike, greetings from your american pen pal."

-best friend cooper is suspicious.

-listen to yourself, all right.

now, you met a "cool guy on the internet", okay?

this is how these sexual predators work.

next thing you know, he's gonna want to "arrange a meeting,"

uh, where he will gas you and stuff you in the back of his van

and make a wind-chime out of your genitals

-scotty disregards the warning...

"auf wiedersehen,mike."

...but returns home drunk later that night

to discover that cooper may have been on to something.

-hey, mike.

"dear scott, i was very sad

"to hear about your lady-woman fiona dumping you.

"since you no longer have a girlfriend,

"maybe i could come to america

"and we could get to know each other better.

"perhaps we could...

...zussamen."

what the fuck is a zussamen?

[ clears throat ]

"arrange a meeting."

no. no, no come on!

cooper was right, this guy wants to have sex with me.

-in a haze of fear, he fires back a furious reply...

-" i don't want to arrange any meetings with you,

"you sick german freak.

"so -- so please keep your hands off of my genitals,

"and never write to me again, and don't come to america.

goodbye."

-...only to realize the error of his ways the next morning.

-i can't believe this german chick

wants to come over here and hook up with you.

-yeah, i don't think so buddy. mike's a guy.

-um, no, it says right here "trauriges madchen".

i'm taking intro to german, and even i know that.

-come here.

he sent me a picture, retardo.

see? that's a picture of mike, and that's his cute cousin jan.

-no, retardo.

that's jan, a man's name,

and that's not "mike," it's " mieke,"

a common german girl's name, similar to our michelle.

-within moments,

scotty is ready to declare his undying love for mieke,

despite forming this bond while believing her to be a man.

-that's mike.

i mean mieke.

-and so, he embarks upon a voyage of discovery

across europe

to win back her love.

as they cross the continent, scotty and friends

seek out one overt display of heterosexuality after another.

still, their situation invariably

takes a turn for the homoerotic.

[ indistinct conversations ]

...whether at the beach...

-ugh! what a rip!

-...in an amsterdam coffee shop...

it's hot in here. you hot? 'cause i'm -- i'm really hot.

-[ moans ] oh, my god! -okay, i can't breathe! god!

oh, i'm freaking out!

i saw a gay porno once.

-mm. -i didn't know until halfway in.

the girls never came.

the girls never came!

-...or visiting the red light district.

-on, on, vandersexxx!

[ heavy metal music playing ]

-the sex-starved gang find themselves time and time again

diverted from the straight and narrow.

-hi.

so, a-are the girls c-coming back?

-when scotty does catch up with mieke,

in the suitably repressed surroundings of vatican city,

his heterosexual credentials finally seem confirmed.

-i love you, mieke.

-but when their relationship is consummated,

in a confessional deep within the palace,

scotty lets out a devastating confession of his own.

oh, mike. m-mieke!

[ grunts ]

-the masquerade goes on, and mike is laid to rest

while scotty remains safely inside the closet.

-flight attendants, prepare for departure.

-but the truth can only stay hidden for so long

before it spills disastrously into the open.

-go.

ow. ow.

-in "final destination, supernatural prodigy alex

liberates a select group of high schoolers from certain death

after his psychic freak-out forces them off a doomed flight.

-alex? -[ gasps ]

[ breathing heavily ]

the fucking plane's gonna explode!

-shut up, browning. -you're so not funny.

-if this is your idea of a joke --

it's not a joke! it's not a joke!

-alex, take it easy.

-as they cheat fate,

they repress the one certainty in life...

death.

-whoa.

we get thrown off the plane,

we blow, what, a half a day in paris?

all because browning has a bad fucking dream?

but wait, but -- the plane,

it's gonna blow up, it's gonna blow up. -tod...

-the only trip you' re taking is to the fucking hospital!

-get off him!

-oh, shit!

-mortality wrestled into submission,

alex and friends walk away physically unscathed

but mentally disoriented.

they allow themselves to believe that the hard times are over...

-because of you, i 'm still alive.

-...but it's clear

that their newfound equilibrium is unsustainable.

-i'm never gonna die.

-insist as they might, death was never really expelled.

it was merely forced into the shadows.

the longer they deny the truth, the more destructive it becomes.

-[ grunts ]

[ choking ]

-as the forces of repression swell,

an explosion is inevitable.

-here she is.

one day, you wake up and you figure out,

what's the worst thing they can do to you?

each of us has within us a weak aspect,

eager to give up freedom for the comfort of being dominated,

but we also have a will to power that desires freedom,

that insists on deciding for ourselves,

each of us individually,

what is good...

and what is evil.

-hey, gary. -david.

-gary, did you know i grew up in a lot of different places?

-uh, no, actually nicole told me that you --

-oh yeah -- bridgewater, spofford, rikers, you name it.

you know what they all have in common, gary? -no.

-weak walls.

actually, that's why they moved me around so much.

i'd pound on a wall, it would break,

they'd moved me to the next one and the next one

until finally they got sick of building walls

and just showed me the door.

-here we have your standard .22 lever action,

personally, i'm not a big fan.

next, we have the pride of the old west here...

.20 gauge double-barrel shotgun.

-cool.

-don't ever condescend to me again.

i am not your little wind-up doll.

-this, this is probably my fav-- one of my favorite guns.

this is, like, the dirty harry fucking gun right here.

-you see that?

do you see how fast it just slides straight through?

-do you think that if you were falling in space,

that you would slow down after a while or go faster and faster?

-you are psycho!

what the hell is wrong with you?!

you all belong in a loony bin! every one of you!

-my best time so far is 64 seconds.

i want to be able to do it at a moment's notice

'cause we never know when zero day's coming.

-go. [ beep ]

-i don't need you!

you think you're so happy.

you think you're so...

superior.

-lizzy, i'm gonna fucking kill you.

-you wanna get fucked up, motherfucker?

-you know what, bro, fuck you, okay?

fuck you. all right?

-don't put your fucking finger in my face.

[ indistinct cheering ]

-everything we ever did,

everything we ever owned and everything we own right now

is going to be scrutinized

under, like, the biggest microscope the world can produce.

every cd you have, every -- every video game,

they're going to go through and say

"oh, 'mortal kombat', it was because of that."

-in the wake of a blast they never saw coming,

the powers that be

search desperately for someone, or something, to blame.

-explicit and graphic sex,

extreme violence, suicide in lyrics...

-never before in the history of this country

have so many corrupting influences

descended upon children at one time.

-teens who dare to subvert protocol

are immediately suspect

and find themselves ruthlessly policed.

-as i study the last 60 years of popular teen culture,

i've come to the conclusion that we' re losing our kids.

sometime, somebody has to stand up and say " enough is enough."

so, let's say it tonight.

enough is enough.

in "the faculty", quarterback stan

is one of a number of teens reluctant to play the roles

in which they've unwittingly been cast.

-i'm quitting football. -not playing tomorrow?

-no, i'm not playing this year, would you listen to me?

i'm quitting the team, i'm not playing ball anymore.

-what brought this on?

-his high-school ecosystem rejects the notion,

eager to force stan back into his place.

-you' re not good at studying, stan, you're good at football.

you should stick to what you're good at.

-yeah i've always been good at football and basketball

and other sport i try.

i think maybe it's time i try something i'm not so good at.

-at the same time,

his fellow students discover a mysterious organism

lurking in the school's water supply.

-just gonna check his prostate.

actually, the surface texture changed, so...

it can replicate. jesus.

-it's a parasite, capable of taking on human hosts

and transforming them into models of american teen-dom,

forcing conformity on an unsuspecting student body.

stan and the others refuse to relinquish control,

making them ever more desirable to the bug.

-what are you kids doing in here?

-little do they know

that one of their number has already been turned.

-casey, come out come out wherever you are.

-when transfer student marybeth

is finally unveiled as a host for the parasite,

she appeals to the others

to consider the value of giving in to conformity.

-all of you are different from the others.

you're lost and lonely, just like me.

and i thought that maybe,

i could give you a taste of my world --

a world without anger, without fear, without attitude,

where the under-achiever goes home at night to parents who care.

the jock can be smart, the ugly duckling beautiful,

the class wuss doesn't have to live in terror,

and the new girl, well...

the new girl, she can just fit right in

with people who are just like her.

-though she promises paradise,

marybeth's world is in fact one of cold uniformity,

where unruly teens can be safely controlled,

all with their best interests supposedly in mind.

the bind of conformity grows ever stronger

in "josie and the pussycats."

a sinister group of record executives

recognize the value

of controlling the younger generation,

not only to keep them in line, but to keep them spending.

-i am sick of my reebok sweats i need some puma sweats.

-i got to buy a six-pack of zima.

-dude, you don't drink.

-i think i should start.

-threats to the organization are quietly removed from the picture

by slimy promoters...

-i think that song sucks.

i plug my ears when crap like that comes on.

-really?

well, everybody else seemed to like it.

-that's just because they're mindless drones

who will gobble up anything you tell them is cool.

-i see...

this must be my lucky day.

a real non-conformist.

i'm so interested to hear what else you have to say.

-well, first of all, i don't understand what --

-gosh, that's fascinating.

-...or eradicated altogether in their master plan,

a global conspiracy

to systemically reprogram all teens.

-gentleman, a demonstration.

this is what those kids think they're hearing on those headsets.

[ upbeat music plays ]

...and this is what they're really hearing.

-"conform! free will is overrated.

jump on the bandwagon!

-the threat of the individual fades away,

leaving only obedience to the system --

a system that hides in plain sight.

-got to make room for her.

i don't know where she's gonna sit.

-come on! the prom! -let's go!

-yeah!

-i begin the presentation

with the announcement of the 1999 prom king.

-whoo! that's what i'm talking about!

[ cheers and applause ]

-and now for the 1999 prom queen.

-as the dying days of high school loom,

the illusion of a teen utopia comes crashing down.

-you want a beer?

-as quickly as they were asked to fit in,

adolescents are ordered to move on.

-trip mcneely!

trip mcneely.

-no way, man.

-trip mcneely. -trip mcneely!

geez.

you were a sexual icon.

you know, girls at huntingdon still talk about you.

-really?

which ones?

-you must be racking up at college. college.

-i wish, bro. i can't even get digits as a freshman.

-shut up!

come on, you can tell me.

-seriously, man.

i thought college was gonna be a 24/7 orgy.

-s-so, what happened?

-[ sighs ]

college chicks are totally different, bro.

they're all serious and shit.

they all talk about world issues and eco-mological crap.

they all want to date older guys.

[ sighs ]

-yeah, but...

not all of them, right?

-the way it goes.

guys like us, we are a dime a dozen.

[ belches ]

-fail to re-assert themselves as individuals,

and they' ll be left to a life of empty fantasy.

-take it easy, trip!

trip mcneely!

all right.

-in "disturbing behavior,"

brainwashed students become locked

in an infinite loop of high-school routine,

unable to move past their teen identities towards adulthood.

hidden away in a remote asylum,

they live out a perverse nightmare

of indefinite adolescence.

-you're pretty.

and...

do it.

-this is the life that awaits those

who fail to shake off the trappings of youth.

-[ shouts ]

-this is the fate of the perpetual teen.

-social misfit jenna is well aware of this danger

in " 13 going on 30,"

and though she's barely entered her teen years,

she's already eager to move on.

best friend matty, meanwhile, is happy to stay put.

-want some razzles?

-razzles are for kids.

-exactly.

-i wanna be 30!

-jenna's wish comes true

as she's sent miraculously forward through time

to her 30th year,

where she finds herself a successful,

popular, and fiercely independent woman.

-mom?

dad?

[ screams ]

whoa!

-disoriented by the transformation,

she frantically tracks down the remnants of her teen years,

including matty.

true to his word, he continues to practice the same hobbies,

listen to the same music,

and follow the same fashions he did as an adolescent.

-hey, jenna. why are you here?

-i was sitting in my closet,

and i-i...i skipped everything.

i mean, it's like a weird dream.

i-i can't remember my life.

you need to help me remember my life.

-me? -yes.

-i can't do that. -why not?

-[ scoffs ]

i don't know anything about you, all right?

i haven't seen you since high school.

-what?

-we're not friends anymore, jenna.

-finding comfort in the continuity of matty's life,

jenna, too, attempts to resume her childhood identity,

much to the delight of her former friend.

together, they enact a warped adult simulation

of their teenage lives.

-you what i wish i had right now?

-no. what?

-razzles.

-razzles?

-this uncomplicated vision of grown-up life

seems far more appealing to jenna,

and she sets out to make sure it's for good,

by retreating into the past...

-matty!

-...diving into the arms of matty,

and shunning the popular girls once and for all.

-biatch.

-back in the present day,

jenna now lives as an eternal teenager,

trapped inside the body of a 30-year-old woman.

abandoning the career and independence

she fought so hard to acquire,

she lives out an impossible childhood fantasy of adulthood,

complete with her high-school admirer in tow

and a life-size dollhouse for a home.

-razzle, mr. flamhaff?

-thank you, mrs. flamhaff.

-the mechanics of high school --

sweethearts, cliques, and happily ever afters --

can never be squared with adulthood.

-i rented the limo.

i get to be the guy.

-oh, yeah?

-mm-hmm.

-so i guess that makes me the girl, huh?

-right.

-in "drive me crazy,"

childhood friends chase and nicole

finally unite at their senior prom,

after years of unfulfilled flirtation.

they look forward to an eternity together,

a notion that soon becomes all too terrifyingly real.

[ laughter ]

-mom?!

-oh.

well, that must've been an interesting evening.

-dad.

-chase. uh...

-oh.

-should we tell them? -yeah.

-we're moving in together. -yeah.

-at this decisive crossroads,

making a clean break is essential.

-it is you.

i don't believe it.

-in "boys and girls,"

fellow high schoolers jennifer and ryan

are surprised to find themselves reunited at college.

they both embark upon a fresh chapter in their lives,

but while she makes the most of her newfound freedom,

he remains tied to his teenage past.

-i love you. -i love you.

-so, is she your high-school sweetheart?

-as a matter of fact, she is.

-good for you.

where is she going to school?

-seattle.

-oh.

long distance.

-so?

-good luck.

-we don't need luck.

we have a very strong relationship.

we weren't together over the summer, and everything was fine.

-when ryan's dreams of romantic harmony

come crashing down around him,

he struggles to move on,

frustrated by the failure of his blueprint for happiness.

-you know the only way to build something that awesome?

-alien slaves from outer space?

-perfect planning. -oh.

-doesn't it make so much sense?

you examine a situation. you plan a course of action.

you execute it.

and everything works out fine.

[ sighs ]

but it doesn't.

-he rejects each new opportunity that comes his way...

-you want to sit down?

-uh, sure! sure.

but, actually, i was, uh -- i was just leaving.

-...desperate to reclaim the high-school romance

that he thinks completed him.

-there was this girl at the party the other night.

-a girl girl?

you didn't tell me.

-i just blew her off.

-why?

-i don't know.

-eager to help heal his wounds,

jennifer turns to a reliable source of expertise --

teen movies.

it's there,

in the comfortable fiction of the teenage happy ending,

that she finds her answers.

-i mean, it's such a lot of bullshit.

-bullshit?

-just show me a movie

that takes place six months after they get together,

you know, when everything starts falling apart.

-jennifer.

-it's just that i don't think

that any of us know who we really are,

so how are we supposed to know who mr. right is?

-if they' re ever to make sense of the wider world,

overgrown adolescents like ryan

must sever their high-school attachments

and first make sense of themselves.

-[ echoing ] i can be whoever i want to be.

i don't have to dress for anyone.

i don't have to look like anyone.

i can do anything.

i can just be myself!

-as the curtain falls on their high-school odyssey,

teens come together one last time,

united by the journey behind them.

side-by-side, they found their seat at the cafeteria table,

giving themselves over to the power of the cliques.

compelled by strange new urges, they surrendered to desire

as their changing bodies took control.

they lost touch with reality and paid the price.

but in the face of a harsh system,

they fought to rediscover what was once theirs.

and laid the groundwork for a life beyond high school.

-good afternoon, classmates and invited guests.

today, we mark the end of our infancy,

the end of our childhood,

the end our beginning.

-today, they take a bow.

tomorrow, the show comes to a close.

-i want you to try to enjoy this day.

commencement -- the end of one thing,

the start of something new.

-in "spider-man,"

the amazing powers of teenage loner peter

see him isolated from his peers.

-[ grunting ]

-jesus, parker, you are a freak.

-eager to blend in, he hides them from view.

-what do you see coming for you?

-i don't know.

-only in adulthood is he free to embrace the abnormalities

that make him who he really is.

with his transformation into a masked superhero,

he at last shows the world his true face,

letting his guard down and revealing his powers...

...and his desires.

in high school, he played a role,

mutating himself into someone capable of surviving

the adolescent experience.

-some spiders change colors to blend into their environment.

it's a defense mechanism. -peter.

-beyond that, he can leave the script behind.

[ summer camp's " beyond clueless" plays ]

- she knows everything about everyone

she's the star, she's the only one to belong

she feels bad for you that you don't compare

she knows it's hard when she sees, she sees you stare

she's a symbol of the turning world

she thinks everybody's in love with her

she's a stone-cold fox

she's a stone-cold fox

and the trees, like lungs, filling up with air

my sister, the mean one, pulling my hair

and those girls, they were just women in disguise

they understood it all, there was darkness and pain

in their eyes

it only matters that we loved them

it only matters that we loved them

it only matters that we loved them

he's fit, but he's a waste of yearbook space

an institution in this place

his soul is an island, his car is a ford

he's class president, he can't be ignored

he can't eat, he can't sleep

'cause he thinks that he's in love with her

he's the bravest

he's the best-est

and as above, so below

the world spins, no place left to go

as boys became men, yeah, they wanted it so

and they had it all laid out right before their eyes

when night comes, the darkness proved a sad disguise

it only matters that they loved us

it only matters that they loved us

it only matters that they loved us

it only matters that they loved us

it only matters that they loved us

it only matters that they loved us

- it only matters that we loved them

- it only matters that we loved them

- i will remember you

- it only matters that we loved them

- i will remember you

- it only matters that we loved them

- i will remember you

- it only matters that we loved them

- i will remember you

- it only matters that we loved them

[ indistinct conversations ]

[ summer camp's "whatever" plays ]

- ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

ahhhhh

ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

[ conversations continue ]

ahhhhh

ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

ahhhhh

ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

ahhhhh

[ laughter ]

[ conversations continue ]

ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

ahhhhh

ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

ahhhhh

ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

ahhhhh

ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

ahhhhh