Too much of everything

The plot isn't so bad, but the pace of storytelling is too slow which makes people bored. Certain moments are so obvious and unnecessary for the main plot. I would've fast-forwarded those moments if it was an online streaming. The ending looks like implying a sequel, not sure if this movie will get one

It is encouraging that the film ends so strongly.Otherwise, it wouldn't have been a particularly memorable film

An old-fashioned movie made with new-fashioned finesse.

Celebrity impressionist Carl C. Clooney (a marvelously manic Michael Pataki), hulking aggressive rapist Dick Peters (Bob Minor in peak lecherous form), and gay Bruce Wilson (the supremely wacky Stephen Stucker of "Airplane!" fame) are a trio of dangerous sexual deviates who escape from an asylum for the criminally insane. The demented threesome head towards an all-girls school for some depraved carnal fun. Director/co-writer Gregory Corarito loads this enjoyably nutty comedic romp with plenty of blithely lowbrow raunchy humor, doesn't skimp on the tasty female nudity, and elicits zesty performances from a game cast of familiar 70's exploitation cinema regulars. The ladies in particular are incredibly hot and appealing: radiant Irish redhead Sharon Kelly has a ball as feisty martial artist Greta, Jane Steele is absolutely adorable as the cute Betsy, Zoe Grant likewise impresses as foxy gym instructor Ms. Crowley, and legendary busty pin-up model Roberta Pedon almost steals the whole show as the luscious Carla. Popping up in cool supporting parts are the ubiquitous George "Buck" Flower as grubby, henpecked farmer Earl, John Alderman as uptight principal Dr. Baxter, and 70's trailer voice guy Ron Gans as a television newscaster. The tasteless jokes about rape are admittedly crude, but still quite hysterically funny all the same. Other sleazy highlights include a regrettably brief lesbian scene and a strenuous knock-down drag-out no-holds-barred catfight. The funky score by Randy Johnson and Fred Selden hits the groovy spot. Louis Horvath's rough, gritty, but fairly polished cinematography does the trick as well. A real gut-busting riot.

Oh Lordy! Well, I can't say I wasn't warned. Having seen the cut-to-ribbons British release version on some ropey little label when I was a youngster, I recently became curious to see this exploitation roughie again, and finally tracked down a copy after months of trying. And while I was watching it (or more precisely, watching most of it - the video copy I located had about twenty minutes' worth of vertical rolling and picture snow, rendering the first act unwatchable) I couldn't help thinking how the memory has a nasty habit of cheating. The buxom, bouncing women are all there, present and correct, and Stephen Stucker is just as funny as I remembered him (he also gets to show off his piano playing), but I'd forgotten - or was too young to fully comprehend - just how crass and insensitive this film really is. Sam Peckinpah upset the moral majority by showing Susan George coming to enjoy being raped by her ex-boyfriend in the gruesome potboiler STRAW DOGS, but in this sleaze-fest the idea that women enjoy being molested and violated is repeated again and again, even to the point of previously sobbing, near-hysterical victims sitting down to enjoy a glass of wine and a little light refreshment with their assailants moments after their ordeal! And yes, there's another male myth proudly on show here - the women who (almost literally) "ask for it"! In the pre-politically correct seventies, this was standard X-film fare, but seen thirty years later it seems so outrageously corrupt and wrong-headed that DELINQUENT SCHOOLGIRLS looks every bit as if it came from a weird parallel universe that has yet to catch up with our more enlightened times. The film's technical credits are every bit as fumbled as the hapless victims - the photography is grimy, the lighting poor, the sound muffled, the editing looks as if it was done with a hacksaw and the performances are dire (Bob Minor looks embarrassed, and who can blame him). Then there are the 'action' scenes, which are so poorly choreographed they resemble a skit from The Goodies that somebody forgot to speed up. A karate adviser is credited, but judging from what's on show here he didn't hang around the set for long. When he's not contriving up-skirt shots or leering over the mistreatment of his buxom female cast, Gregory Corarito's direction is as static as a house brick. And what's the deal with the inane, parping, faux-Benny Hill music that accompanies the double rape scene in the kitchens? DELINQUENT SCHOOLGIRLS is a shot of pure sleaze, right between the eyes, and won't disappoint anyone looking for mean-spirited misogyny.

There's a scene towards the end of Carnal Madness where two cretins driving a van happen upon a semi-naked girl and offer her a lift, her subsequent attempts to tell them about three convicts being on the loose, molesting woman, go unheard mainly because the two men in question are too busy drooling over and trying to fondle her breasts. If ever there was a scene that perfectly illustrates where a film's head is at that is it. Set at a private girl's school where all the female students have exceptionally large breasts and where all the teachers are uptight puritans who secretly daydream about the girls falling out of their t-shirts, the whole of Carnal Madness (better known as Delinquent Schoolgirls, or if the distributor is nervous Delinquent 'College' Girls or merely The Delinquents) could have been dreamed up by those two horny van drivers. Similar to the many 'Cheerleader' films of the time, pom pom titillation is the name of the game at the school, where the majority of the girls have been sent home for the holidays save for a bunch that have behaved especially bad. Not that detention has much effect since the girls waste no time in indulging in dope smoking, lesbian petting and flicking through porn mags. Enter the aforementioned escaped convicts, who chancing on the school begin virtually foaming at the mouth over the idea of wreaking some sexual mayhem. What they haven't counted on is that aside from the above pastimes most of the girls also practice karate and having had detention forced on them by the teachers are in no mood to be pushed around by men. "I won't stand for it, that chauvinist pig" a militant Sharon Kelly proclaims whilst practicing karate topless in the film's less than convincing stab at feminist credentials. The escaped goons are played by the unusual (to say the least) trio of character actor Michael Pataki, stuntman Bob Minor and the late Stephen Stucker (best known for the 'Airplane' films). Of this bunch Stucker is a psychotic gay fashion designer while Minor's character is simply known as Dick, possibly not the best name for someone in a male prison, but a name he lives up to on the outside, forever raving about needing sex after years behind bars. Pataki is an actor who effortlessly conveys the sense of being a few sandwiches short of a picnic and plays the head convict as if the character were a face pulling, desperately trying to be funny comedian. Had say David Hess or Jamie Gillis played the role then Carnal Madness would have turned out quite the severe little number, but the shambolic convicts in Carnal Madness have more in common with the Three Stooges (check out the escaped snake sequence) and Pataki's quirky characterisation is very in tune with the film's juvenile, R-rated sex comedy tone.Carnal Madness is in fact one of the great examples of how exploitation films can often be a thinly veiled front to indulge in all manner of fetishes on behalf of a needy audience, and Carnal Madness is no cheat jollily delivering episodic fetishes in spades, catfights cum mud-wrestling, women in wet t-shirts, women exercising in their underwear, forced nudity, some light bondage. A sense of equality is established by the fact that the film also gets off on scenes of men being overpowered, clobbered about and karate chopped by feisty women. It all goes on here, to the degree you wonder why the film isn't more well known in exploitation film circles, it really should be regarded as a classic, or why companies like Something Weird Video haven't sprung it from its undeserved obscurity.One of the most noteworthy aspects to the film, and a legitimate reason why all the female students do have exceptionally large breasts, is because the financiers had ties to a Los Angles company that specialized in cheesecake loops designed to showcase Hollywood Big Bust models. As a result many of the most well known big bust models of that era, Nika Movenka, Rosalie Strauss and of course the legendary Roberta Pedon make up the female cast. The fact that many of these women, ubiquitous of skin magazines of the time, only ever appeared in this one film does give it great novelty value, and makes the film that something bit special.Of all the women Roberta Pedon makes the most impact, and the film does a particularly fine job at eroticizing her. The infamous 'jumping jacks' sequence clearly held in high regard by the filmmakers given that they repeat it again at the end in slow motion, has rightly entered into legend. Providing eye candy aside Roberta's performance does hint at an appealing exploitation film actress in the making (I'm reliably informed by someone who knew her that the peculiar foreign accent she speaks with in the film is just her acting rather than how she actually spoke). All of which makes it that more unfortunate that fate, personal problems and various outside elements would conspire to make Roberta a one movie wonder. The trouble with Roberta is that its very easy to fall under her spell and become completely enchanted by her, this eventually leads to a need to discover what was beyond the big breasts, the pretty face and the famously alluring, slightly crooked smile. Once you cut through much internet mythologizing of her as a free loving hippy chick pin-up, and get to some hard facts the story of the real Roberta comes across as truly heartbreaking, desperately sad. Yet while being privy to the tragedy behind unhappy starlets does tend to rob you of the ability to ever think of them merely as fantasy figures it does strengthen the resolve that these people should continued be celebrated and make sure they and their legacies never be forgotten. It's the best thing that we can do for the forever lovely Roberta.

A warped flick played for the sort of questionable laughs one couldn't possibly get away with in today's "politically correct" climate. Three oddly diverse characters escape from a funny-farm, and proceed to wreak sexual havoc upon a private boarding school for girls. Understand, though, that these are the type of schoolgirls who spend a lot of time exploring their lesbian desires, reading pornographic magazines, and smoking reefer. Too, their martial arts skills are quite impressive... Jam-packed with jiggling female mystique, CARNAL MADNESS is a demented dollop of filth, resplendent in its runaway bad taste. It's a grimy little stitch in time, and a sweet memory of a less restrained America that we will not likely see again. 5.5/10