A sadistic, bottom-paddling sorority chieftainess (Robin Still) sends her stupid little club’s newest pledges (Brinke Stevens and Michelle Bauer) out to steal a bowling trophy from the local Bowl-O-Rama. Three local nerds (Andras Jones, Hal Havins and John Stuart Wildman) have to accompany them as punishment for peeping on the girls.
Awkwardness, a bit of demonic possession, violence, and “ironic” wish
fulfilment ensue when our protagonists accidentally free a demonic imp (the
voice of Michael Sonye working under the nom de plume of “Dukey Flyswatter”) who
was trapped in the trophy (don’t ask). One of the nerds manages to team up with
roving punkette Spider (Linnea Quigley keeping her shirt on for a whole film,
believe it or not) – only there to rob the bowling alley – improving his chances
of survival to no end.
Once you’ve called your film Sorority Babes in the Slimeball
Bowl-O-Rama you have made yourself practically critic proof, for whatever
criticism anyone could throw at your film you can easily answer by crying “Look
at the title! What the hell did you expect!?”. Ironically enough, this core text
of the Scream Queen horror comedy subgenre that mixes Porky’s style
“sex comedy” (not to be confused with comedies actually about sex, the quotation
mark version is about showing tits) is not quite as bad as all that.
Now, don’t get me wrong, the film’s jokes fall flat at least half of the time
even when you try to approach them with the mind-set of a fifteen year old
heterosexual boy, the script is barely there, as is the gore, and the nudity is
of that “naughty” style which seems so embarrassed by itself you want to pat the
people involved on the head and tell them it’s okay. However, the other half of
the jokes is sometimes somewhat funny, the actresses seem to approach whatever
goofy crap they are supposed to be doing in any given scene with a wink, a
smile, and the sort of bad acting that comes over as likeable rather than bad.
Plus, for something directed by David DeCoteau, this is surprisingly fast-paced
and decently shot, with sets that are somewhat larger than the tiny wardrobes
most of the guy’s later films seem to be shot in.
What Sorority Babes completely lacks is a cynical side. The nudity –
at least from here and now – is used so harmlessly the word “innocent” comes to
mind to describe it, and while this is in theory a sleazy movie exploiting a
bunch of young actresses’ willingness to undress in front of the camera, it’s
all so clearly harmless and in good fun, criticizing it seems mean spirited at
best. And, after all, I’m watching a film called Sorority Babes in the
Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama, so I have nobody to blame but myself, right?