Tromaville High is overrun by punks causing mayhem. A few months ago they were decent kids but weed cultivated in the toxic sludge from the nearby nuclear plant have driven them to rabid craziness and soon a toxic monster will be unleashed.Class of Nuke 'Em High is a Z grade film from Troma but it still manages to get some kind of social message across through all that gory violence from the high school bullies, tits n ass, bad taste comedy, a monster on the loose and some atrocious acting.

This is pure trash in film form. Vile, disgusting, gross, moronic, idiotic, cheap, nasty, fun. There are breasts and mutations and bad acting. There is nothing high-class about this at all. It is just low- budget high-school jinks at a subhumanoid level. Barely watchable but oddly satisfying.

Following the surprising success of The Toxic Avenger (1984), cult, Z- movie proprietors Troma Entertainment stuck with the toxic-mutation-in- high-school theme and blended it with the zero-taste, smutty humour of the likes of Porky's (1982) to bring us Class of Nuke 'Em High. This is crass, low-brow entertainment, but entertainment it certainly is. Long a cult favourite, this is hopefully due a critical re-evaluation, because if you can look past the many burp and fart gags (although admittedly these probably got the biggest laugh from me), there is an energetic movie underneath, and certainly one of Troma's best works.Tromaville High School has been overrun by formerly respectful honours students, who now dress like punks and sell weed in the school corridors, calling themselves 'The Cretins'. They sell weed to Eddie (James Nugent Vernon) for a party, where he gives a joint to his friends Warren (Gil Brenton) and Chrissy (Janelle Brady), who end up having some supercharged sex. Unbeknownst to them, the weed was grown next door at the nuclear power plant, giving the weed an extra 'potency'. That same night, Warren and Chrissy have strange dreams, and Chrissy gives birth to a deformed foetus which is flushed down the toilet, only to land in a drum of toxic waste underneath the school.It's a ridiculous premise, and nothing more than an excuse to flash some boobs and show some gore. The blood-letting is kept a minimum, however, and doesn't really advance of the movie's opening, which has a nerd affected by nuclear waste jump out the window to his death, his body quickly rotting away. This is all about the comedy, and subtle this certainly ain't. The Cretins are ridiculous caricatures, one with a nose ring so big it drops well below his bottom lip, and he carries a bone for some reason. So while Warren gets super-strength, the Cretins have seemed to have just turned nihilistic from smoking too much of that 'Atomic High', as they call it. It's a major inconsistency to the plot, but not one that will have any Troma fans complaining, nor me neither. Some extremely dodgy special effects aside, the climax proves to be insane and amusing, even throwing in a foetus monster for good measure, and rounds off what is a pretty good movie.www.the-wrath-of-blog.blogspot.com

A leak at a nuclear power plant contaminates a crop of marijuana. Teenagers who smoke the toxic pot transform into crazed murderous mutants. One nerdy kid spazzs out and takes a fatal spill out of a window. A vicious gang of deranged goons called the Cretins led by the insane Spike (a gloriously gonzo portrayal by Robert Prichard) terrorize the other students. Worse yet, straight-laced goody-goody two shoes Chrissy (sweetly played by the adorable Janelle Brady, who has a great topless scene) and her equally square boyfriend Warren (affable Gil Benton) give in to their naughty lascivious urges and engage in raunchy sex. A hilariously wild sense of anything-goes raucous'n'tasteless lowbrow humor, ripely hammy acting from a game cast (tubby Pat Ryan is an absolute hoot as shady nuke plant manager Mr. Finley), some yummy gratuitous nudity, a nonstop frantic pace, a handy helping of cartoonish over-the-top splatter, and an infectiously vibrant feeling of sheer go-for-it energy and enthusiasm all add immensely to the blithely silly'n'schlocky fun that's on abundant display in this gleefully madcap gut-buster. Michael Mayers' snazzy cinematography makes nice use of vertical wipes. A grotesque lethal monster goes on a rousing and righteously gruesome rampage at the film's stirring conclusion. Cool catchy theme song, too. A total zany riot.