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Sorority Babes in the Slime Ball Bowl-o-Rama.
What a title.
Just repeat it a few times. It's fucking brilliant. It might be the best title ever given to a movie, bar none. If you just look at it, you know that there will be exploitation, and there will be death. And probably a lot of camp.
I first discovered this movie on the classic USA Up All Night show, although I can't remember if it was during the Gilbert Gottfried or the Caroline Schlitt episodes*. I didn't always stick around for every movie shown, but I knew that this one would have plenty to offer.
And man, does it ever. Just not much in the way of plot.
What little plot we have is this: Two girls are trying to pledge the world's smallest sorority (five members total, assuming the wannabes get accepted). Three geeky boys get caught watching the shenanigans. The five of them are sent to the local mall's bowling alley to steal a bowling trophy, and the sorority president and her two sorority sisters sneak into the security office to make sure the kids don't have an easy time.
Alas, the trophy turns out to contain an imp, as so many bowling trophies do. He does some wish-granting that naturally backfires, and then he turns the two sorority sisters into demons, and they then hunt down the other girls and two of the geeks. The least geeky guy, as well as a random thief named Spider, manage to overcome the imp, and they ride off into the sunrise on Spider's motorcycle.
Not much of a plot. But I left out so many great details.
For one, there's the classic sorority initiation scene at the beginning. The two pledges are played by Brinke Stevens and Michelle Bauer, two of the great scream queens of their generation. And they get put through the whole nine yards, getting paddled by their future sisters, going topless, having whipped cream sprayed on them, etc. You name it. Of course, Brinke was 33 and Michelle was 30 when this movie was made, so one has to assume that the girls at this college took their sweet time graduating high school. A quick glance at Youtube shows that their paddling scene (which does not contain any nudity) is up there. For those who like that sort of thing.
And as if those two weren't enough, Spider, the heroine of this flick, is played by none other than Linnea Quigley! Yes, three of the greatest '80s/'90s scream queens, together in the same picture. Okay, that's probably not as rare as it sounds, given the number of straight-to-video flicks these girls made**. But it's still great to see them together.
Gore fans will be disappointed -- even the "demons" that the two sorority girls get turned into are pretty boring -- but the kills offer a little bit of fun. One bozo gets his head shoved in one of those ball-cleaning machines***. Another one makes the mistake of stopping in the kitchen and not realizing that the grease fryer has been turned on before a demon shoves his face into it.
And there's also the wonderful janitor, the classic doddering and near-deaf character who walks right by any number of monsters and menaces without ever once realizing that something's amiss. He also provides the all-important backstory about the imp. Alas, he gets stabbed off-screen, but he provides good comic relief while he lasts.
And let's not forget the villain, the bizarre jive-talking imp. Like so many nigh-omnipotent villains (the djinn in the Wishmaster flicks, Freddy Krueger, etc), he's essentially unstoppable, only losing because he enjoys toying with his victims. Naturally, he gets all the quips (or attempted quips -- the movie might be fun, but it's not exactly good by traditional standards). But the bizarre voice coming out of the tiny creature is completely at odds with his physical appearance, and even as he's turning girls into demons and having them slaughter everyone else, it's hard to ever take him seriously.
David DeCoteau isn't a great director. He is, however, a hell of a prolific one, and it's fascinating to watch him evolve. In this movie, he provides as much female exploitation as one would expect from a film with this title, even if it's tongue in cheek. If he throws in a few scenes with shirtless boys, it's almost incidental. Now, of course, he's associated primariy with homoerotic horror (The Brotherhood, Beastly Boyz, and, judging from his blog, Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven), and manages to slip hefty doses of homoerotic stuff into even his more mainstream films (check out Sci-fi channel staple Leeches).
DeCoteau certainly does a good enough job with what had to be a miniscule budget and a weak script from first-time (only time, actually) screenwriter Sergie Hasenecz. The movie, a short 77 minutes, moves along quickly enough, mixing up the laughs, the raunchiness, and the action nicely.
The cast, too, does as good a job as could be expected. No one makes a movie with this title and takes it seriously. But even though they're clearly having fun, these are three of the great b-movie starlets, and they put their all into it. Character actor great George "Buck" Flower, as the janitor, also steals every one of his scenes.
Sorority Babes in the Slime Ball Bowl-O-Rama is not Sam Raimi, but for those who like good crapfests, it's hard to beat.
*Since I know I first saw it in high school, it had to be before Rhonda Shear took over.
**In fact, a quick scan of the IMDB shows that it happened five times.
***And honestly, is there anything more giggle-inducing than a ball-cleaning machine? Can anyone maintain a straight face while saying, "man, my balls are dirty. Guess I need to get them cleaned."?
Sorority Babes in the Slime Ball Bowl-o-Rama.
What a title.
Just repeat it a few times. It's fucking brilliant. It might be the best title ever given to a movie, bar none. If you just look at it, you know that there will be exploitation, and there will be death. And probably a lot of camp.
I first discovered this movie on the classic USA Up All Night show, although I can't remember if it was during the Gilbert Gottfried or the Caroline Schlitt episodes*. I didn't always stick around for every movie shown, but I knew that this one would have plenty to offer.
And man, does it ever. Just not much in the way of plot.
What little plot we have is this: Two girls are trying to pledge the world's smallest sorority (five members total, assuming the wannabes get accepted). Three geeky boys get caught watching the shenanigans. The five of them are sent to the local mall's bowling alley to steal a bowling trophy, and the sorority president and her two sorority sisters sneak into the security office to make sure the kids don't have an easy time.
Alas, the trophy turns out to contain an imp, as so many bowling trophies do. He does some wish-granting that naturally backfires, and then he turns the two sorority sisters into demons, and they then hunt down the other girls and two of the geeks. The least geeky guy, as well as a random thief named Spider, manage to overcome the imp, and they ride off into the sunrise on Spider's motorcycle.
Not much of a plot. But I left out so many great details.
For one, there's the classic sorority initiation scene at the beginning. The two pledges are played by Brinke Stevens and Michelle Bauer, two of the great scream queens of their generation. And they get put through the whole nine yards, getting paddled by their future sisters, going topless, having whipped cream sprayed on them, etc. You name it. Of course, Brinke was 33 and Michelle was 30 when this movie was made, so one has to assume that the girls at this college took their sweet time graduating high school. A quick glance at Youtube shows that their paddling scene (which does not contain any nudity) is up there. For those who like that sort of thing.
And as if those two weren't enough, Spider, the heroine of this flick, is played by none other than Linnea Quigley! Yes, three of the greatest '80s/'90s scream queens, together in the same picture. Okay, that's probably not as rare as it sounds, given the number of straight-to-video flicks these girls made**. But it's still great to see them together.
Gore fans will be disappointed -- even the "demons" that the two sorority girls get turned into are pretty boring -- but the kills offer a little bit of fun. One bozo gets his head shoved in one of those ball-cleaning machines***. Another one makes the mistake of stopping in the kitchen and not realizing that the grease fryer has been turned on before a demon shoves his face into it.
And there's also the wonderful janitor, the classic doddering and near-deaf character who walks right by any number of monsters and menaces without ever once realizing that something's amiss. He also provides the all-important backstory about the imp. Alas, he gets stabbed off-screen, but he provides good comic relief while he lasts.
And let's not forget the villain, the bizarre jive-talking imp. Like so many nigh-omnipotent villains (the djinn in the Wishmaster flicks, Freddy Krueger, etc), he's essentially unstoppable, only losing because he enjoys toying with his victims. Naturally, he gets all the quips (or attempted quips -- the movie might be fun, but it's not exactly good by traditional standards). But the bizarre voice coming out of the tiny creature is completely at odds with his physical appearance, and even as he's turning girls into demons and having them slaughter everyone else, it's hard to ever take him seriously.
David DeCoteau isn't a great director. He is, however, a hell of a prolific one, and it's fascinating to watch him evolve. In this movie, he provides as much female exploitation as one would expect from a film with this title, even if it's tongue in cheek. If he throws in a few scenes with shirtless boys, it's almost incidental. Now, of course, he's associated primariy with homoerotic horror (The Brotherhood, Beastly Boyz, and, judging from his blog, Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven), and manages to slip hefty doses of homoerotic stuff into even his more mainstream films (check out Sci-fi channel staple Leeches).
DeCoteau certainly does a good enough job with what had to be a miniscule budget and a weak script from first-time (only time, actually) screenwriter Sergie Hasenecz. The movie, a short 77 minutes, moves along quickly enough, mixing up the laughs, the raunchiness, and the action nicely.
The cast, too, does as good a job as could be expected. No one makes a movie with this title and takes it seriously. But even though they're clearly having fun, these are three of the great b-movie starlets, and they put their all into it. Character actor great George "Buck" Flower, as the janitor, also steals every one of his scenes.
Sorority Babes in the Slime Ball Bowl-O-Rama is not Sam Raimi, but for those who like good crapfests, it's hard to beat.
*Since I know I first saw it in high school, it had to be before Rhonda Shear took over.
**In fact, a quick scan of the IMDB shows that it happened five times.
***And honestly, is there anything more giggle-inducing than a ball-cleaning machine? Can anyone maintain a straight face while saying, "man, my balls are dirty. Guess I need to get them cleaned."?
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