A trio of naive, but eager young Midwestern women go to California to teach summer school classes at Regency High School. Perky, willful Candice (“Hollywood Boulevard,” “Chatterbox!”) Rialson starts up and coaches an all-female football team; she also becomes romantically involved with gawky, but amicable fellow student teacher Christopher Barrett. Stuffy Bible banging chemistry teacher Pat (“T.N.T. Jackson”) Anderson manages to loosen up after she falls hard for surly juvenile delinquent Will Carney. Pert, liberated photography instructor Rhonda Leigh (“Cover Girl Models”) Hopkins has sex with both a two-faced male chauvinist jerk and a more decent, understanding guy.
This thoroughly inane, amiable, episodic and animated New World Pictures comedic teen sexploitation item sizes up as a hugely enjoyable outing: writer/director Barbara (“Humanoids from the Deep”) Peeters keeps the pace quite zippy and the tone suitably lighthearted throughout, the ceaseless barrage of jokes about breasts, buttocks, fat guys, uptight high school authority figures, sex (of course), dirty little old lady peeping toms, dorky middle-aged dudes on the make, and gross macho bozos are very crude, but still pretty funny, the expected romantic interludes are surprisingly tasteful and erotic, the Los Angeles strip club footage is authentically tacky, the sappy bleeding heart “let’s give the kids a chance” posturing never becomes too icky-cute, the feminist subtext is slight, yet sincere, there’s a reasonably decent automobile chase and a nice subplot about a stolen car ring, and the climactic women only football game manages to be really amusing, if nothing too spectacular. Moreover, the always dependable Dick Miller cuts loose with a riotously hammy performance as a crooked, sexist, vulgar macho swine football coach, the three female leads are sexy, lively and appealing, Eric (“The Hills Have Eyes”) Saarinen’s handsome, agile cinematography provides lots of lovely, gorgeously lit visuals, and J.J. Jackson’s bouncy, ebullient score will plant a mile-wide smile on your face that you won’t take off for a week. Now, what more could you possibly want from a blissfully insubstantial, but infectiously effervescent and entertaining goofball time-waster?
