Scary Driver’s Ed Films & Scarier Dumb-Phoners

I loved driver’s ed movies.  I was taking the driver’s training summer class in 1980, back when it was offered free to students–in the days before pay-to-play sports, buy-your-own-textbook, and we-can’t-afford-hall-guards.  My mom had held me back a year in kindergarten before “young fives” was a term.  I think it was just called, “slow-kid.”  She caught hell in the neighborhood for traumatizing her child–“He’ll be the oldest one in his class.” Finally, there was an advantage–I’d be driving before everyone else.  ”Kevin, want to go to the movies with us?”  I knew and didn’t care that I was being used as a chauffeur.  The driver’s education films that we were shown on the clickety-click 16mm projectors were gruesome and designed to scare us straight.  All kinds of 1958-1964 car accidents that have been shown since James Dean and Natalie Wood’s climactic ending in “Rebel Without a Cause.”  Maybe that film… Read More…