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Pump Up the Volume is a 1990 comedy-drama film written and directed by Allan Moyle and starring Christian Slater and Samantha Mathis.
Mark Hunter (Slater), a high school student in a sleepy suburb of Phoenix, Arizona, starts an FM pirate radio station that broadcasts from his bedroom transmitter in the basement of his parents' house. Mark is a loner, an outsider, whose only outlet for his teenage angst and aggression is his unauthorized radio station. His pirate station's theme song is "Everybody Knows" by Leonard Cohen and there are glimpses of cassettes by such alternative musicians as The Jesus and Mary Chain, Camper Van Beethoven, Primal Scream, Soundgarden, Ice-T, Bad Brains, Concrete Blonde, Henry Rollins, and The Pixies. By day, Mark is seen as a loner, hardly talking to anyone around him; by night, he expresses his outsider views about what is wrong with American society. When he speaks his mind about what is going on at his school and in the community, more and more of his fellow students tune in to hear his show.
Mark is an intelligent but shy teenager who has just moved to Arizona from the East Coast. His parents give him a short-wave radio so he can talk to his pals, but instead he sets up shop as pirate deejay Hard Harry, who becomes a hero to his peers while inspiring the wrath of the local high school principal. When one of Harry's listeners commits suicide and Harry- inspired chaos breaks out at the school, the authorities are called in to put a stop to Harry's broadcasts.
Keywords: abuse-of-power, anger, anomie, anti-authority, anti-conformity, anti-establishment, arizona, authority, basement, boredom
Mark Hunter: Feeling screwed up at a screwed up time in a screwed up place does not necessarily make you screwed up.
Hard Harry: Sometimes being young is less fun than being dead.
Mark Hunter: I was looking for some stamps.::Brian Hunter: yeah I have some right here. Are you gonna send a letter to a friend back east?::Mark Hunter: No I was thinking about sending away for an inflatable date.
Mark Hunter: I'm dedicating this unusual song to an unusual person who makes me feel kind of... unusual. [plays "Why Can't I Fall In Love?"]
Mark Hunter: Talk hard, I like that. It's like a dirty thought in a nice clean mind.
Mark Hunter: Just look inside yourself and you'll see me waving up at you naked wearing only a cock ring.
Mark Hunter: They think you're moody, make 'em think you're crazy. Make 'em think you might snap. They say you got attitude, you show 'em some real attitude.
Mark Hunter: I mean, if I knew any thing about love, I would be out there making it, instead of sitting in here talking to you guys.
Mark Hunter: Remember my dear, I can smell a lie like a fart in a car.
Nora: I say do it. I dont care what, just do it. Jam me, jack me, push me, pull me, talk hard.
We've taken our clothes off in the rewarder
And you're leavin' your shoes on to make you look taller
And I can't say I'm not enjoying the kissing
But I've a sneaking suspicion that you're not really listening
I know I shouldn't, is it so wrong
To break from your kiss to turn up a pop song?
I know I shouldn't and it's possibly wrong
To break from your kiss to turn up a pop song
I'm takin? it slowly, I've been readin? the signs
I found my hand in a place where I can't tell if she minds
Rolling around amongst our clothes on the floor
I can't help it, have you heard this song before?
I know I shouldn't, is it so wrong
To break from your kiss to turn up a pop song?
I know I shouldn't and it's possibly wrong
To break from your kiss to turn up a pop song
Then something angry muttered
Between two people, red and flustered
We just kissed and that's about it
It may as well have been radio static
I know I shouldn't, is it so wrong
To break from your kiss to turn up a pop song?
I know I shouldn't and it's possibly wrong