Don't let this film's lurid title fool you, because this isn't your usual brand of unapologetically crass and mindless exploitation. Instead of taking the easy, offensive route, director Greg Corarito (WANDA, THE SADISTIC HYPNOTIST) tosses in a trio of amusing perfs and plenty of over-the-top hijinx, as three "sexual deviants" run wild in a school for buxom, underage sluts... When we first meet Carl Clooney (Michael Pataki, GRAVE OF THE VAMPIRE), he's residing at the state asylum for the criminally insane, getting electroshock in his tighty whities and planning an escape, aided by his two certifiably-loony cellmates: pro-baseball player/serial rapist Richard "Big Dick" Peters (stuntman/character-actor extraordinaire Bob Minor, from FOXY BROWN and THE DEEP) and homosexual dress designer Bruce (pre-AIRPLANE comedian Stephen Stucker). As fate would have it, a school for wayward girls is located just a stroll away, filled with hormonally-charged teens who strut about in their plaid micro-skirts, lounge in see-thru nighties, endlessly discuss sex, and read porn mags -- you know, just as all rebellious teenage girls are known to do! They also enjoy pissing off their uptight headmaster, by not wearing their bras while doing jumping jacks in gym. Since these girls (including softcore starlet Sharon "Alice Goodbody" Kelly as Greta) already like to party, smoke grass and get laid, they aren't too upset when these crazed escapees wander onto school grounds. And they only begin to fight back when sicko Carl makes them perform a Rockettes-style chorus line without panties. As it turns out, everyone in this flick is either dangerously nuts or uncontrollably horny, such as when a young vixen tries to seduce her senior citizen biology teacher, only to end up drugged and molested by this dirty-ol'-pervert. Ironically, this 'Odd Trio' of nutcases are the most likable characters! Cinematographer Louis Horvath (a longtime Al Adamson vet, for ANGELS' WILD WOMEN, BLAZING STEWARDESSES, CINDERELLA 2000, et cetera) does an excellent job of ogling the young ladies' ample bosoms, but it's these three psychopaths who steal the show. Since Carl was once a famous impersonator, Pataki shifts into celebrity voices (Richard Burton, Clark Gable, Humphrey Bogart) whenever the feeling hits him; muscular Minor goes shirtless for most of the movie, screws (and often gets beaten up by) every white chick he encounters, and spouts intellectual dialogue like "Look at that young, tender, gorgeous snatch"; and Stucker just preens and prances about like a poor man's Paul Lynde. After busting into one house, Pataki swills booze, Stucker plays the piano and Minor rapes the women (who, it turns out, can't get enough of his massive member). No question, this is trash. But it's also loopy, "What the fuck were they all thinking?" trash -- which, in my personal opinion, is the finest kind.

© 2006 by Steven Puchalski.