Okay, I'll admit it. I'm a definite fan of the "Vice Academy" series. Granted, these films are cheap, cheesy and unapologetically low-brow trash that are utterly bereft of any artistic merit. And that's precisely why I dig 'em so much. One doesn't watch a "Vice Academy" feature looking for profound insights concerning the human condition. Instead you watch these flicks strictly for fun. And that's okay by me, man.
Wicked insatiable green-haired nymphomaniac Malathian (broadly essayed with unrestrained hammy panache by Julia Parton) escapes from jail and goes on the rampage. Meanwhile the dippy Candy (the ever-adorable Elizabeth Kaitan) and eager Samantha (likable Rebecca Rocheford) help the persnickety Miss Thelma Louise Devonshire (delightfully played to uptight perfect by Jayne Hamil) with her upcoming marriage to the pompous police commissioner (the hilarious Jay Richardson). Writer/director Rick Sloane pours on the cheerful idiocy with his usual shameless abandon; this time we get suitably asinine jokes about such always uproarious subjects as electrocution, elderly strippers, and women beating up men. Steve Bigharat's bright cinematography makes this picture look more polished than previous entries. That awesomely cool-wailing theme song "Pistol Whipped" and Alan DerMardesian's hard-groovin' score hit the funky bull's eye. The cast portray their parts with tremendous go-for-it enthusiasm: Kaitan and Rocheford display a pleasant chemistry, Steve Mateo is engaging as studly lunkhead mechanic Anvil, and Chad Gabbert nerds it up something dweeby as the commissioner's geeky sci-fi fan son Irwin. The disastrous climactic wedding ceremony rates as a genuine tour-de-force of classical farce at its most brilliant and sophisticated. Better yet, both Parton and Kaitan expose their exquisitely enormous breasts. All in all, it's another radiant comedic gem.
Wicked insatiable green-haired nymphomaniac Malathian (broadly essayed with unrestrained hammy panache by Julia Parton) escapes from jail and goes on the rampage. Meanwhile the dippy Candy (the ever-adorable Elizabeth Kaitan) and eager Samantha (likable Rebecca Rocheford) help the persnickety Miss Thelma Louise Devonshire (delightfully played to uptight perfect by Jayne Hamil) with her upcoming marriage to the pompous police commissioner (the hilarious Jay Richardson). Writer/director Rick Sloane pours on the cheerful idiocy with his usual shameless abandon; this time we get suitably asinine jokes about such always uproarious subjects as electrocution, elderly strippers, and women beating up men. Steve Bigharat's bright cinematography makes this picture look more polished than previous entries. That awesomely cool-wailing theme song "Pistol Whipped" and Alan DerMardesian's hard-groovin' score hit the funky bull's eye. The cast portray their parts with tremendous go-for-it enthusiasm: Kaitan and Rocheford display a pleasant chemistry, Steve Mateo is engaging as studly lunkhead mechanic Anvil, and Chad Gabbert nerds it up something dweeby as the commissioner's geeky sci-fi fan son Irwin. The disastrous climactic wedding ceremony rates as a genuine tour-de-force of classical farce at its most brilliant and sophisticated. Better yet, both Parton and Kaitan expose their exquisitely enormous breasts. All in all, it's another radiant comedic gem.