With an anonymous cast (IMDb had John Holmes listed but that's subsequently been corrected), this typical entry in the underage porn sweepstakes is poorly made. Something Weird resurrected it on Vol. 78 of its Dragon Art Theatre series.
Title heroine is intro-ed taking a bath -she's pretty, fresh and sporting a peaches & cream complexion. Too bad she's gotten stuck in a really awful XXX assignment, that probably cured her of any "acting" ambitions.
She rushes, still wet to answer the doorbell and it's her school's truant officer (!). Yes Angie likes to play hookie, and of course this being porn she soon is giving the officer a blowjob, even though his fumbling over his attempted ad lib dialog should have earned him a boot into the unemployment line instead.
Angie goes to an employment agency (she's done with that book-larnin' thing) and seduces the interviewer there. He gets her a job all right, human trafficking style as he delivers her to a sleazy jerk running a brothel out of his apartment. Film falls apart completely at this point, with zero credibility and a succession of uninteresting (even the sex) footage.
She's offered $1000 a month as an instant prostitute (hey, that's more than I was earning fresh out of college in 1972), but the brothel cast has no energy and can't seem to improvise, creating disastrous longueurs. There's a lesbian-demonstration, a sort of orgy, then two lesbians in a bathtub as filler, and the film ends suddenly, completely pointless.
Only thing that kept me awake was an odd soundtrack choice. The ubiquitous sounds of jazz organist Jimmy Smith dominate, taken from both his Blue Note and Verve sessions during the '60s, but oddly enough several tracks from his imitators also pop up. Even in the piracy world of porn, equal time??
Title heroine is intro-ed taking a bath -she's pretty, fresh and sporting a peaches & cream complexion. Too bad she's gotten stuck in a really awful XXX assignment, that probably cured her of any "acting" ambitions.
She rushes, still wet to answer the doorbell and it's her school's truant officer (!). Yes Angie likes to play hookie, and of course this being porn she soon is giving the officer a blowjob, even though his fumbling over his attempted ad lib dialog should have earned him a boot into the unemployment line instead.
Angie goes to an employment agency (she's done with that book-larnin' thing) and seduces the interviewer there. He gets her a job all right, human trafficking style as he delivers her to a sleazy jerk running a brothel out of his apartment. Film falls apart completely at this point, with zero credibility and a succession of uninteresting (even the sex) footage.
She's offered $1000 a month as an instant prostitute (hey, that's more than I was earning fresh out of college in 1972), but the brothel cast has no energy and can't seem to improvise, creating disastrous longueurs. There's a lesbian-demonstration, a sort of orgy, then two lesbians in a bathtub as filler, and the film ends suddenly, completely pointless.
Only thing that kept me awake was an odd soundtrack choice. The ubiquitous sounds of jazz organist Jimmy Smith dominate, taken from both his Blue Note and Verve sessions during the '60s, but oddly enough several tracks from his imitators also pop up. Even in the piracy world of porn, equal time??