Hot T-Shirts (1980) User Reviews

Boring, unfunny and unerotic

[Groverdox · 4/10 · 16 August 2016]

"Hot T-Shirts" is a tedious sex "comedy" about a bar that rejuvenates its business by hosting "wet t-shirt" contests. It should really be called "cold t-shirts", obviously.

Like most of these movies, it doesn't really have any characters. No one has any discernible personality, and absolutely no one will stick in your memory. The movie is just endless sequences with women dancing on stage with, yes, wet t-shirts. There is also some scant nudity: women occasionally flash a breast while on stage, and there's one scene where some of the women change their shirts. Not exactly the most creative way of showing skin, and entirely unerotic, too.

The only development in the movie, however predictable it is, features a group of older ladies who are appalled by the contests and decide to protest at the bar. Upon arrival, one of the ladies is caught up in the fun of women dancing with wet t-shirts, and seizes a spray bottle to soak her companions with. Luckily that doesn't lead to any exposed skin from the old ladies.

Not good

[BandSAboutMovies · 3/10 · 2 March 2022]

Joe (Walter Olkewicz, Jacques Renaul from Twin Peaks) is worried that he's going to close his bar, which seems more like an Italian family place than a place to drink, but who knows, right? Anyways, just as he thinks everything is at its lowest, he heads to a disco nearby that's packed and learns that it's not the mirrorball or the coke or 135 bpm remixes or the dancing, it's the wet t-shirts.

Hot T-Shirts comes at the line between the old Cannon and the Golan-Globus version that's better known and was directed and written by Chuck Vincent, whose show business career took him from managing the Yale Repertory and the Negro Ensemble Company to hardcore (Roommates, Visions) and more mainstream movies like Hollywood Hot Tubs, Deranged, Warrior Queen and Bedroom Eyes II.

Therefore ensues several scenes of disco music overlaid with women getting water all over their chests because in 1980, that's what entertainment was, I guess. Corinne Wahl, who was once married to Ken, is in this, as the ringer in the wet t-shirt contests, which, as I've said before, constitute most of this movie's intricate storyline.

For the raincoaters - or streamers now, right? - Randy West shows up.

That said, this movie proves that nude college students can actually be boring. Who knew?

Thin on plot, but nobody seemed to mind.

[Sum Flounder · 21 February 2002]

I saw this in New Westminster, British Columbia on a double bill with THE HAPPY HOOKER GOES HOLLYWOOD. It was the first(but not only)time I attended a movie with no women in the audience.The story involved young women living in a small town. The girls who were born in the town were constantly feuding with the ones attending the local college. They decide to settle their differences by forming teams and staging a wet t-shirt competition,just like real women would do. The theater I saw this at - The Paramount - is now a lap-dance club.

So freakin' awful

[zetes · 1/10 · 21 August 2011]

Truly awful T&A flick. It rises to a level of patheticness that I don't think I've ever seen before. It's incompetently written and performed - it's no surprise that director/writer Chuck Vincent made a lot of actual porn movies before turning to softcore in the '80s. The actors are slightly better than porn actors - slightly. The story concerns a schlub (Ray Holland) who owns a failing bar. His disco-loving buddy (Glenn Mure) can't quite convince him to turn it into a dance club, but he is able to persuade him to host wet T-shirt contests. The film has almost no real conflict, and its attempts to add it are always extremely weak. Yes, there are boobs on display - although a good alternate name for the flick would be The Itty Bitty Titty Committee - but naked breasts are pretty much a commodity nowadays. Sure, if this had come on Cinemax on a Friday night when I was 13, I'd be happy with it. Nowadays - I don't know why the Hell I bothered to sit through it.

Hot T-Shirts is not worth viewing if you're just looking for some T & A

[tavm · 1/10 · 11 May 2011]

Having been curious about this low budget comedy since 1980 when I saw an ad for this at the now-long-closed Cinema 8 at the also now-closed Bon Marche Mall (actually the buildings those occupied are now remodeled as the Cox cable stations in our city), I managed to watch this on the Netflix channel. In a word...stinks! I mean, I was expected to be aroused by various naked women but instead, I was bored by the contrived plot about a heavyset man trying to get his bar to show profit. So what does he do? He stages a wet t-shirt contest! And then there were some complications such as some socially proper middle-aged women trying to picket the place because they're obscene to them so what does that owner do? He invites them in! Honesty, couldn't director/producer/co-writer Chuck Vincent simply try to make the thing as sexy as possible without all those contrivances getting in the way? Oh, never mind, I've already wasted too much time writing this review so on that note, Hot T-Shirt is definitely NOT worth seeing. By the way, one of the dancers looked familiar and no wonder why: she's Debralee Scott-previously "Hotsy-Totsy" on "Welcome Back, Kotter"-when she was just emerging at this time on another TV series called "Angie".

The worst movie I've ever seen

[misc-100-195634 · 1/10 · 7 July 2011]

When I came across this movie via a related movie link on Netflix, I was intrigued by the horrible reviews and rating. It seemed impossible that any movie could really have a complete absence of redeeming qualities. Although this movie's title implies a classic sex-romp movie so popular during the early 80s, it doesn't even accomplish that bit of harmless fun. This movie is quite frankly the worst movie I've ever seen. The acting is abysmal, cinematography is non-existent, or in some cases even counterproductive, and the plot line is so thin it looks almost random. Events wander from one scene to the next, connected only by the flimsy premise of a bar owner struggling to save his business by staging wet t- shirt contests every night, getting some very unlikely contestants. Even the presence of gratuitous nudity, doesn't help save this movie or even save the viewer from complete boredom. The only thing I will remember about this movie is the realization that it represents 86 minutes of my life that I will never get back. Be warned.