In the UK only 7% of the general populace are privately educated, yet 50% of seats in the Houses of Parliament are taken up by the former Eton mess, which doesn’t really feel like a fair representation of our nation now does it?
The Prime Minister, The Chancellor of the Exchequer and the Mayor of London, are all former members of The Bullingdon Club, a secretive society, whose members are known to hold expensive dinners in private rooms, vandalise the place, and then throw down some cash by way of an apology for the damages. They are a vile group of elitist snobs, who use their connections and money to cover the cost of their thuggery; the punch line being that it actually gives them a leg up in society, to participate in the barbarism.
Just so they aren’t accused of moving with the times or heaven forefend evolving; recent initiations into the club have involved burning £50 notes in front of the homeless as a cruel taunts, and even their ”distinguished alumni” seem to be desperately trying to distance themselves from the disgustingly, elitist, breed of twits they once held so dear, for fear of it affecting their fragile popularity among the voters. The irony being that the people they look down upon can have the power to make or break their careers now.
The peasants are revolting aren’t they?
Society is at a turning point and the people at the top are beginning to realise it. The little people are only little for as long as they allow themselves to be; and all over the world, everyone has kind of reached a tipping point. It’s starting to dawn on us that it is we the people who have power to make changes. We are the voters, the deciders and the protesters, and that’s why they keep us in the dark.
We should always question why and how, even if we don’t always like the answers we receive…
Society is a weird little Eighties film about a teenager who feels like he doesn’t fit in with his wealthy, upper class family. He doesn’t trust anyone, not even his therapist, and he keeps on seeing things, though he knows it must all be in his head. Because everything is normal, and he is just being paranoid ….right? Wrong.
I mean, just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you…
This film has to be seen to be believed. Think weird with a beard and put some bells on that. It flits between a dark commentary on the social class barriers and all out balls to the wall gross out horror comedy. And when I say gross out, I do mean it. Think Melrose Place spliced with Slither and you’re halfway to where Society is on the scale.
It’s perverse, risky and damn laugh out loud funny in parts; the FX are disgustingly brilliant, somehow managing to run the gambit between vile and hilarious through every scene. It is of course, a completely ridiculous, crazy film in parts, but also sinister, and genuinely abhorrent, just like every decent horror should be.
The Eton Boating Song used at the beginning, was a stroke of genius by director Brian Yuzna, twisted and eerily sung over the opening credits, gives you a real sense of what the film was going to be about -Savage, trashy, gold, and boy, does it deliver.
Society is a love or hate horror gem from the Eighties that I guarantee, if you watch once, you will never forget.