In these days when nearly every actress of note routinely strips off for nude scenes it's difficult to express the excitement of high school boys for "Drive-in Movies" where one got a flash of this or that or both on a REALLY BIG SCREEN.
The girls here must be legal (some look it) so they'll be a few years older than I was. When I first saw this flick only a few years after it was made I thought only one of the girls was cute; now I think they're all just adorable and wonder where they're flipping burgers today.
Story (and this shows its age and how it could never be greenlighted in the prudish 21st century): a bevy of gals just out of high school go on a summer road trip, and slowly reveal the secret shame that they're all virgins. Ashamed of going to college in the fall with that on their conscience, they decide to have a contest to see who can lose their virginity in the most interesting fashion.
So while the nubile young actresses all stalk their prey and wind up getting laid one-by-one, the other girls watch in hiding and then flash numbers over their heads like Olympics diving judges used to.
And they have to do it all (literally) while avoiding the evil eye of the teacher who came with them. Until they decide they must find a fellow for her, too.
Great fun if you're drunk. By today's standards the girls don't appear like much but, perhaps because I cut my own teeth then, I like that late 70s look. None of the giggly young actresses ever got nominated for the Oscar, but apart from the "comic" role of Lynn Hastings ("Cheerleaders Beach Party") with her phony French accent, none of them are absolutely annoying.
One complaint, the film looks awfully dark, physically. This is not age. It was dark when I saw it. Perhaps this is because it was made in the last gasp of drive-in movies where anyone driving down the road could see it, or because it was meant to be shown at night no huge (decaying) screens. Or maybe it's just cheap, cheap, cheap (I plump for the latter).
A real time capsule of a movie, in a time when movies didn't have to say anything or have a subtext. At a time when women felt freer about their bodies (and did Trump talk about men), until the shackles of the 21st century neo-Victorians who require men and women to sign contracts before they have sex or it's rape. Tie one on and enjoy a blast from the past.
The girls here must be legal (some look it) so they'll be a few years older than I was. When I first saw this flick only a few years after it was made I thought only one of the girls was cute; now I think they're all just adorable and wonder where they're flipping burgers today.
Story (and this shows its age and how it could never be greenlighted in the prudish 21st century): a bevy of gals just out of high school go on a summer road trip, and slowly reveal the secret shame that they're all virgins. Ashamed of going to college in the fall with that on their conscience, they decide to have a contest to see who can lose their virginity in the most interesting fashion.
So while the nubile young actresses all stalk their prey and wind up getting laid one-by-one, the other girls watch in hiding and then flash numbers over their heads like Olympics diving judges used to.
And they have to do it all (literally) while avoiding the evil eye of the teacher who came with them. Until they decide they must find a fellow for her, too.
Great fun if you're drunk. By today's standards the girls don't appear like much but, perhaps because I cut my own teeth then, I like that late 70s look. None of the giggly young actresses ever got nominated for the Oscar, but apart from the "comic" role of Lynn Hastings ("Cheerleaders Beach Party") with her phony French accent, none of them are absolutely annoying.
One complaint, the film looks awfully dark, physically. This is not age. It was dark when I saw it. Perhaps this is because it was made in the last gasp of drive-in movies where anyone driving down the road could see it, or because it was meant to be shown at night no huge (decaying) screens. Or maybe it's just cheap, cheap, cheap (I plump for the latter).
A real time capsule of a movie, in a time when movies didn't have to say anything or have a subtext. At a time when women felt freer about their bodies (and did Trump talk about men), until the shackles of the 21st century neo-Victorians who require men and women to sign contracts before they have sex or it's rape. Tie one on and enjoy a blast from the past.
