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Class of 1999 (1990) "Ok, so it's the future (well, 1999 was the future when this movie was made), and gang warfare has gotten so bad that kids rule many areas of major U.S. cities, most of which center on high schools. They are called "Free Fire Zones," and the cops won't even enter them. So here is question number one: if the kids control the areas around the schools, and they've scared everyone to the point where even the cops won't come in, why do they still go to school? The armored school bus still lumbers through the streets every weekday, and even the hoods who are supposedly in control dutifully pile on. When they get to school, they have to go through metal detectors and give up all their weapons -- the movie shows school faculty putting confiscated firearms into ridiculously huge bins containing every type of gun you could imagine. So here is question number two: given the fact that, however inexplicably, these kids still go to school, why do they still bring their guns when they know they'll just have them confiscated? Are they passed back out at the end of the day? Does this surprise them every time? "Aw, man, not again! That was my best Uzi!" Anyway, it seems that this company called "Megatech" (I can just imagine the brainstorming session that thought up that gem of a name) has a solution to the problem of gangs controlling the schools. They've got some androids they couldn't sell to the military, so they retooled them to be educational units. In a sales session to the city council, one of the androids is actually asked if he's really an android. He rips his face open and says, rather cryptically, "One million megabytes." This is more than enough to convince the city -- they buy into the program, and the next day the androids are teaching classes at the local high school. From this promising beginning, this movie degenerates into the standard "Boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy discovers that android teachers are evil student killers and so unites all street gangs in order to kill off the evil androids and slay half the city in the process, boy gets girl" story. I'd say more about this movie, but, frankly, it doesn't deserve any more. Scene to watch for: Homecoming. Best line: "Corporal punishment. Is that still legal, sir?" Things that make you go "Huh?": Why three androids who don't need food, have no belongings or furniture, and could comfortably live in a closet, all live together in a huge three bedroom house." -David J. Parker ...
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silentbob
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the graduating highschool class of 1999 has now graduated college. if they went to a four year school
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i gradumatated in 3 years
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splinken
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those kids in colorado who shot up their school were class of 99.
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you know i actually liked this movie, granted i haven't seen it in a while. and used to think high school would be somewhat like that when i got there. so i dont really understand how i could've liked it.
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i was part of the class of 1989 and all we had back then was a lot of drugs, the first Bush Administration still supporting Saddam Hussein, and some really atrocious hair_bands. The only things about that year i would call "good" were the sex, the drugs, The_Cure 's "Disintegration" album and NIne Inch Nails' Pretty Hate Machine...and graduation. other than that, it was a wastweland
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WR
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Congratulations. Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of 1999. Wear sun screen.
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witchesrequiem
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If I could offer you only one tip for our future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benifits of sunscreen have been proven by scientists where the rest of my advice has no basis more than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
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witchesrequiem
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Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. ..... Nevermind, you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagined.
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witchesrequiem
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Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing! Don't be reckless with other people's hearts and don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss! Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead and sometimes your behind. The race is long and in thend it's only with yourself.
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Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters: throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. Some interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year olds i know still don't.
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Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40. Maybe you'll dance the funky chicken at your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chances... so are everybody else's.
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witchesrequiem
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Enjoy your body.... use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or what people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance. Even if you have no where to do it but in you own living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. DO NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
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Get to know your parents, you'll never know whwn they'll be gone for good. Be nnnice to your siblings. They' re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go and for the precios few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
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Live in Ny once but leave before it makes you to hard. Live in Northern California once but leasve before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise; politicians will philander; you, too. will get old. And when you do, you will fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable; politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders.
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Don't expect any one else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund; maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess to much with your hair, or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia and dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. I really don't know shit. But trust me on the sunscreen..
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witchesrequiem
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this is a song by the band ... class of 1999 called wear sunscreen.
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