hyped garbage

I wanted to like it more than I actually did... But much of the humor totally escaped me and I walked out only mildly impressed.

While it doesn't offer any answers, it both thrills and makes you think.

One of the film's great tricks is that, for a time, you think it will go down a rabbit hole of unrealistic glorification.

Which one was this? I can't really remember. I do, however, know it was the movie where they hire a lot of women and require them all to take their clothes off.I recall a shower scene in there somewhere.And then I remember the women running around screaming in undies that are really only worn in the bedroom.Was there a plot? Not really, it was just an excuse for nudity and undies.But, you already knew all of that when you sat down to watch this. Because, honestly in film making, they aren't really trying to pass it off as anything other than an excuse to film young naked breasts and you don't really get anything but that.This one has the geek factor...in the form of fratboys, I guess they wanted to give it a twist ala Revenge of the Nerds.So, why are you reading this? You know exactly what this movie is about. You knew that before you even clicked on this review.But, at least the review is as honest as the movie.If you are expecting more than that, there is something seriously wrong with you.

Oh man, what a lame film. Not because it's a b-movie, or 'cause it was cheap or didn't have effect or top notch actors, but because it was just the most lifeless, annoying, intentionally naive piece of crap ever. It was more boring than "Babes at the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama." Just childish.It also has the three ugliest pair of breasts you'll ever see. What was WRONG with those three women? Quigley's breasts look... just weird... The other one was scrawny and off-putting... Only the tall one had a sweet face, but her rigid, doctored funbags were just disturbing to stare at.I never thought a film would succeed in making three naked girls in a bathtub boring, but wow, did it ever succeed. They just keep touching themselves and rubbing their breasts over and over and over.. and over.. AND OVER... IT NEVER ENDS... It's the most boring, unpassionate thing in the world. Nothing sexy about it, oh man, I was praying the scene would cut. In the beginning too, it's the same deal. The first third of the film is made up of three ten-minute scenes, where they just plant the camera and let the "actors" talk. And talk. AND TALK. Make iT STOP!!!

This delightfully dumb and drecky no-budget piece of shamelessly pandering direct-to-video smut is nothing more than a feeble excuse to showcase the almighty 80's scream queen holy trinity of the exquisitely bountiful Michelle Bauer, the sumptuously slinky Brinke Stevens and the ever-luscious Linnea Quigley strutting their sexy, sensuous, sizzling stuff clad only in their birthday suits. And boy does it ever deliver the goods in this particular regard. Sure, you got to slog their 30-odd minutes of excruciating witless and labored sophomoric comedic antics prior to the gals dutifully doffing their duds in the name of lowbrow exploitation, but when they finally shed their clothes the film comes through with a gloriously lengthy and explicit three women having fun in the bath tub sequence that goes on for five marvelously drawn-out minutes. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention the so-called "plot." Well, there really ain't one -- and frankly who cares about some lousy it-would-only-get-in-the-way story. The sole reason that this flick even exists at all is to display the three splendidly alluring starlets naked. Granted, the opening scenes with Brinke, Michelle and Linnea playing gawky and ungainly asexual nerdettes are quite amusing; seeing Linnea with ungodly buck teeth singing off-key and a fat'n'frumpy Michelle pig out on junk food is admittedly funny, but the film really doesn't hit its stride until the geeky gals become possessed by evil spirits and turn into sexually insatiable and predatory hot babe succubi. Linnea in particular really cuts loose at this point, belting out a raucous punk song with deliciously unbridled abandon. Technically, this blatantly cheap picture is the absolute pits, with flat direction, slack pacing, blah editing, a very crude sense of dumb college fratboy humor, and infuriatingly static cinematography (one insipid master shot of Brinke, Linnea and Michelle plays out for an agonizingly uninterrupted ten minutes), but it's still the rare cheerfully cheesy soft-core movie that completely fulfills the trashy promise of its sleazy premise and thus rates highly as a supreme slice of late 80's schlock for that reason alone.

OK, this is a harmless enough movie I guess, but it was one that really helped do in the horror genre by initiating the whole "scream queen" phenomenon where actresses of very dubious talent (Quigley, Stevens, and Bauer) and directors of extremely limited skill (Decouteau, Jim Wynorski, and Fred Olen Ray) started churning out no-budget "horror" movies that were little more than Playboy videos of attractive woman cavorting around in the nude for most of the running time. Of course, sex and nudity have long been an ingredient in horror movies, but they are not the ONLY ingredient. It's pretty cynical to paper over a total lack of talent and production values by cramming in as much T and A as possible and then try to sell it to supposedly maladjusted horror fans who, of course, can't get a date with real women so are going to spend Friday nights renting this crap.And after doing their part to bring down the horror genre, these same filmmakers apparently decided (perhaps rightly so)that sci-fi fans were even more pathetic, and thus they came up "sci-fi erotica" like "Femalien" and "Emmanuelle in Space" (which even Jaqueline Lovell and Krista Allen couldn't make suck any less). Then there are the "erotic thrillers", but the less said about them the better. All of which begs the question--if the only thing you're really looking for in a movie is sex and nudity, why not just rent an actual porno?