Review of The Last American Virgin

Boaz Davidson's Golan-and-Globus PORKY's knockoff--a remake of his popular Israeli LEMON POPSICLE pictures--remains the gold standard of eighties teen-sex comedies. In other words, it was the only good one. (I don't really include FAST TIMES in this category.) What's distinctive about it is that the funny, gnarly stuff, while it's satisfying enough, is tempered in the second half with some of the most naked melodrama about geek angst ever put in a movie--building to a shattering climax that seems stolen from an early, self-pitying O'Neill one-act. Ill-fated love has never felt so cheesy or upsetting.