Debbie gets a spot on the roster of the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders, which is referenced only as "Texas" throughout the movie. The only problem is that Debbie doesn't have enough money to ... See full summary »
Two guys, Laura's driver and Roscoe, sneak aboard an all girl cruise ship with 600 horny, mouth watering broads for six whole weeks, with not one dude aboard! The trip of a lifetime takes a... See full summary »
David I. Frazer,
A female friend of a sexually frustrated mother tries broadening her horizons with a sex orgy. Though avoiding it, the new feelings inside her cause her to force herself on her sleeping son. To her amazement, the seduction is mutual.
Cindy is a prostitute who hates her life, but is doing it to help put her boyfriend through medical school, although he has no idea how she's earning the money. One day her boyfriend finds ... See full summary »
A sports spoof. High School Memories centers around the relationship between a former football coach and a teacher, each returning home for a reunion at the high school from which they were fired (for some improprieties) five years earlier. Both coach and teacher have undergone dramatic personal changes since last seeing each other. Through flashbacks we glimpse their sex-filled past. Written by
Anthony Spinelli Jr. is credited with writing this drivel, no doubt because his tired old dad was Anthony Spinelli. No doubt, a stop off in Salinas between his tours of Los Angeles and San Francisco porn productions must have inspired him like the No Way Out film was said to be based on Of Mice and Men. "Why?" you might ask. Jamie Gillis plays a character named Coach Salinas. All his friends who teach at the school never call him by his first name. Oh, they meet later and John Leslie is now a coach instead of the player who was bawled out for screwing in the back of the bus. He took Coach Salinas's place after he was fired. He says, "So, are you seeing a psychiatrist, now?" The answer could be, "Oh, just call me Bill." Someone needs to pull these Hollywood production planners aside like Irving Thalberg and say, "Let porn writers write porn. Let sitcom writers write sitcoms. Let teen comedy writers write teen comedies. And please tell Jamie Gillis that he's not really Humphrey Bogart when he talks and tries to act. Instead he grins like a beaver face." When it was new, I laughed at this movie and its absurd situations devoid of any kind or tender emotions whatsoever, as hard as Annette Haven tried. Just forward to the dirty parts if you must endure this flop!
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