Never in the history of cinema has there been a movie that so brazenly concocts excuses for women to divest themselves of bras and blouses. In the mammary-fixated environment of PARTY PLANE, business meetings are held in hot tubs, bankruptcy pow wows unfold at poolside picnics, and
airplanes are transformed into strip joints at thirty thousand feet. All so that proud and perky bosoms can bounce!
Judy (Karen Annarino) can barely keep her late father's airline solvent, not even with the assistance of handsome pilot Tim (Kent Stoddard) and some oversexed stewardesses. When Big Boy Condoms drops its air route, Judy's business advisor and family friend, Lee (John F. Goff) suggests that she
throw in the towel. But her loyal stewardesses determine to save the day despite the fact that Lee is really a peeping Tom who's teamed up with industrial spy Hank Chisel (Lew Horn) to drive Judy's Albatross Airlines out of business so a rival can seize all its assets. Throwing caution--and their
bras--to the wind, the girls go topless and transform an excursion flight into an airborn stag party for jaded businessmen.
Since Judy's airline really takes off with this new scheme, Lee and Hank Chisel resort to more desparate measures including tampering with oxygen, locking up Tim the pilot in the trunk (foolishly forgetting that Judy can fly a plane), and even planting a bomb aboard a flight. In the film's
full-throttle climax, Lee and Hank (in drag as a little old lady) become trapped on board the death flight. With Judy at the wheel, they try to escape as the buxom stewardesses mud wrestle with the passengers. All hell breaks loose as Tim is freed from a trunk by a passenger who turns out to be
Judy's dad, who has survived an attempt on his life by Lee and has secretly been trying to capture the bad guys in the act of sabotage. Hank and Lee are caught red-handed; the bomb is defused; the party plane demonstrates the power of breasts even in the stratosphere.
In terms of sheer lewdness, PARTY PLANE rates poorly, leaving viewers with the impression that if you've seen one breast, you've seen them all. There's no erotic build-up. No tease--only the strip. As the plot proceeds, the stewardesses disrobe with all the allure of housewives at a
gynecologist's office. Since a lot of the running time is devoted to uninspired strip routines, the bouncing bimbos look bored, the male cast members look bored; even the breasts look bored. It takes more than donning a cowgirl hat and blowing suggestively on a pistol to lay claims to arousal or
Having failed at being a dirty movie, PARTY PLANE crash-dives as a sex-comedy. In terms of originality, the film's gags recall the first dirty jokes told by cavemen. Although cornball comedian Lew Horn is the only cast member to exhibit any professionalism, he comes across with enough obnoxious
force to have helped kill vaudeville, burlesque and the borscht belt. And he's the best thing in the movie! A disgrace to both exotic dancers and low comics everywhere, PARTY PLANE also features an effeminate air traffic controller and an obese co-pilot who must have mistaken his girth for an
ability to garner laughs legitimately.
All of the female cast members seem to have been mass-produced at a subdivision of "Stepford Wives Inc." called "Bimbo-Mistresses." These actresses should be ashamed for getting things off their chests, but not as ashamed as the customers renting this film. For those sexist patsies, the
punishment in store is a film that is neither sexy nor funny. THE PARTY PLANE is an imbecilic Playboy fantasy for men caught in arrested puberty. (Profanity, excessive nudity.)
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- Released: 1991
- Rating: NR
- Review: Never in the history of cinema has there been a movie that so brazenly concocts excuses for women to divest themselves of bras and blouses. In the mammary-fixated environment of PARTY PLANE, business meetings are held in hot tubs, bankruptcy pow wows unfol… (more)