When a greedy jerk land developer threatens to raze Aloha High School to make room for a shopping center and force the affluent California-based educational institution to merge with a nearby vocational school the five members of the Aloha High cheerleader squad resort to various drastic tactics (e.g., spiking the cafeteria spaghetti with booze and grass) in order to thwart the guy. That's about it for the admittedly flimsy plot -- and frankly who honestly cares about some stinking useless no-good story? What truly matters is if this darling delivers the expected blithely lowbrow drive-in exploitation trash goods. I'm happy to say that it does.
Jerii Woods (one of the black revolutionaries in Jack Hill's immortal "Switchblade Sisters"), a pregnant, pot-bellied Rainbeaux Smith (Rainbeaux at one point does a truly startling pre-Demi Moore bun-in-the-oven nude scene!), Susie Elene, July '76 "Penthouse" Pet Helen Lang, and especially the gorgeous, slender, apple-cheeked blonde cutie pie Patrice Rohmer all disrobe quite often so they can show off their sexy, sensuous, sizzling smoking hot stuff. A pre-stardom David Hasselhoff makes an enormous fool of himself as "Boner," a totally sex-crazed cretin who earns his name from his perpetually raging insatiable libido. Hardcore Hasselhoff haters will find his constant embarrassingly imbecilic antics hugely amusing, but I must warn everyone: lanky and ungainly Dave actually shows a lot more of his then scrawny stringbean body here then he ever displayed in a single episode of "Baywatch" (yuck!).
Neither Richard Lerner's merely competent direction nor Nathaniel Dorsky's rather static cinematography are particularly impressive, but overall this one makes the grade with flying freaky day-glo colors: the gratuitous nudity and soft-core sex is pleasingly abundant (one sequence with an Asian girl burying her nose in a dippy blonde dude's butt is genuinely shocking), the gleefully witless humor shows not a slight iota of sophistication (meaning it's frequently funny in a wonderfully raunchy and ridiculous sort of way), there's no less than four uproariously pathetic'n'protracted disco dance sequences (Dorky Dave's jerky, spasmodic, highly arrhythmic sub-John Travolta boogie woogie moves are an absolute gut-busting riot to behold), John Sterling's catchy, poppy, slow-grinding oh-so-70's synthesizer and wah-wah guitar heavy score really hits the funky spot, and magician/actor Carl Ballantine of "McHale's Navy" fame has a nice bit as the doddery old principal. Patrick Wright, the lecherous macho man football coach in "The Cheerleaders," has a nifty cameo as a stuffy cop and served as the assistant director. Okay, we're not talking work of cinematic art here. But I still totally dug this outrageously awful picture just the same. Besides, there's no way I'm going to be too hard on a flick that uses elaborately gaudy wipes and dissolves in order to cut from one scene to another and boasts one of the greatest glaring continuity errors in dimestore cinema history: two mysterious brunette girls who are never clearly established as secondary characters magically appear out of nowhere to cut the rug with the rest of the gang in those previously cited absurdly atrocious disco dance sequences!
Jerii Woods (one of the black revolutionaries in Jack Hill's immortal "Switchblade Sisters"), a pregnant, pot-bellied Rainbeaux Smith (Rainbeaux at one point does a truly startling pre-Demi Moore bun-in-the-oven nude scene!), Susie Elene, July '76 "Penthouse" Pet Helen Lang, and especially the gorgeous, slender, apple-cheeked blonde cutie pie Patrice Rohmer all disrobe quite often so they can show off their sexy, sensuous, sizzling smoking hot stuff. A pre-stardom David Hasselhoff makes an enormous fool of himself as "Boner," a totally sex-crazed cretin who earns his name from his perpetually raging insatiable libido. Hardcore Hasselhoff haters will find his constant embarrassingly imbecilic antics hugely amusing, but I must warn everyone: lanky and ungainly Dave actually shows a lot more of his then scrawny stringbean body here then he ever displayed in a single episode of "Baywatch" (yuck!).
Neither Richard Lerner's merely competent direction nor Nathaniel Dorsky's rather static cinematography are particularly impressive, but overall this one makes the grade with flying freaky day-glo colors: the gratuitous nudity and soft-core sex is pleasingly abundant (one sequence with an Asian girl burying her nose in a dippy blonde dude's butt is genuinely shocking), the gleefully witless humor shows not a slight iota of sophistication (meaning it's frequently funny in a wonderfully raunchy and ridiculous sort of way), there's no less than four uproariously pathetic'n'protracted disco dance sequences (Dorky Dave's jerky, spasmodic, highly arrhythmic sub-John Travolta boogie woogie moves are an absolute gut-busting riot to behold), John Sterling's catchy, poppy, slow-grinding oh-so-70's synthesizer and wah-wah guitar heavy score really hits the funky spot, and magician/actor Carl Ballantine of "McHale's Navy" fame has a nice bit as the doddery old principal. Patrick Wright, the lecherous macho man football coach in "The Cheerleaders," has a nifty cameo as a stuffy cop and served as the assistant director. Okay, we're not talking work of cinematic art here. But I still totally dug this outrageously awful picture just the same. Besides, there's no way I'm going to be too hard on a flick that uses elaborately gaudy wipes and dissolves in order to cut from one scene to another and boasts one of the greatest glaring continuity errors in dimestore cinema history: two mysterious brunette girls who are never clearly established as secondary characters magically appear out of nowhere to cut the rug with the rest of the gang in those previously cited absurdly atrocious disco dance sequences!