I am usually pretty tolerant of crap cinema. In fact, I usually go out of my way to ensure that my rental choice is the absolute worst I can find in the store. Big, faded box, hand-drawn cover.. those movies are gems. For the most part. This one wasn't. This vile teen sex comedy made me violently, gut-wrenchingly ill. If by some rare chance you were looking around for a
review of this film, I suppose I can waste a few more precious minutes of my life and give you one.. Beverly Hills brat girl tires of her mundane, sheltered
existence, gets punk makeover (complete with half-shirt
that says "savage") and drags her best friend along for the ride, looking for cute guys to toy with and eventually abandon. Enter typical horn dog jock meathead type and his hapless, virgin buddy. And then throw in a feeble criminal caper involving a not-so-well-guarded rare jewel that looks remarkably like one you'd plop 25 cents in a machine to get. So, these crazy kids and bumbling criminals butt heads, with hilarious results! Not bloody likely.. Not a single thing was funny in this movie. No camp value, nothing. Some 80's skank, typical laundromat recruits,
but nothing of any real note. Just sheer cinema masochism for your hard-earned dollar. Feel like enduring particularly brutal sensory torture? Rent this. (Do NOT, however, watch this back to back with Pistol Packin' Leroy, like I did. A combination with potentially fatal results..)