This has to be one of the dumbest movies ever filmed, and if I give it a barely acceptable rating (six out of ten) it's more for the nostalgia with which I now remember it, rather than for its filmic qualities, which are almost non-existent. The only thing I remember, and for which I forgive his unfortunate scenes of action, is the presence of several Playboy bunnies, who with problems try to act and give life to one-dimensional characters. Seeing the film again, almost thirty years later, the only possible defense to such a mess is the presence of Donna (Dona Spier), Taryn (Hope Marie Carlton), Edy (Cynthia Brimhall) and Panther (Roberta Vasquez), but I imagine that it would be difficult for someone today to invest their money in bringing together a group of women as little equipped for the performance as those mentioned.
The bad acting direction as much as film seems almost amateur. Even a graduate of a film school would achieve better results, but I suppose in the eighties testosterone or a group of breasts and hips could replace any gray matter. Actually, the movie would hardly qualify with a two out of ten.
The bad acting direction as much as film seems almost amateur. Even a graduate of a film school would achieve better results, but I suppose in the eighties testosterone or a group of breasts and hips could replace any gray matter. Actually, the movie would hardly qualify with a two out of ten.