Just a brief dialogue exchange from one of my favorite films of 1986.
How about a Teachers sequel, set in modern day, exploring the school's corrupt decision 34 years ago to cover up the gym teacher's serial sexual predation?
Imagine a historically-based 1974 Canadian update of 1972’s Chato’s Land, only concerned more with atmosphere than melodrama, minus the gang rape and graphic torture.
It's all meant to be heavy because the story's loaded with unanswered questions and minimal exposition, but this just felt like inept storytelling glammed up with a glossy polish. And a lot of droning, jangly noise.
Through these different revisions, I'd been twisting my imagination into a veritable pretzel in an attempt to rationalize something unequivocally absurd.
Having read and enjoyed the novel it was based on, I thought the film turned out to be a shallow and dumbed-down disappointment.
Despite what the film’s advertising implies, Too Late The Hero isn’t an anti-war film, but a pro-survival film.