No one rents a film with this title in expectation of excellence. But even those undemanding souls in search of a run-of-the-mill t&a outing will be crying for a refund. As a torso-rama, the movie doesn't feature nearly enough undraped female forms; as a sex farce, it qualifies as little
more than a Mount Everest of cheesy innuendo.
Studious college student Alex (April Lerman) gives in to the urging of sorority sister Bree (Kim Little) and decides to cut loose. At a local hot spot named Indian Jim's, the inebriated pair sober up slightly when they spot rock star Jimmy Z. (Attila) zonked out at the bar. What they don't realize
is that the heart-throb just survived a murder attempt: eager to promote Jimmy into a profitable posthumous phenomenon, his debt-ridden manger Red (Mark Stulce) has hired a father-son hit man team, Earl (Alan Charof) and Andy (Michael Xavier) to doctor his brakes. Before the assassins try a second
attempt, Alex and Bree spirit the unconscious rocker to their digs and chain him to a bed. After regaining his senses, Jimmy mentions STEPHEN KING'S MISERY as a reference point, but the amateur stalkers are reluctant to relinquish their hunky conversation piece. Once he does finally free himself,
Jimmy visits the disgruntled Red, who encourages the burned-out star to return to the sorority girls' pad for a recharge; since Jimmy has fallen in love with Alex, he doesn't need to be forced. In the meantime, Red is regrouping, pointing the bungling hit men in Jimmy's direction.
Sorority slut Miranda (Avalon Anders) temporarily splits up Jimmy and Alex with her vamping. Eventually, all roads lead to the campus watering hole where Earl and Andy bring Jimmy, whom they've kidnapped. After Bree foils Red's plan by grabbing Earl's weapon, Jimmy walks out on his career and into
Alex's arms, while Bree saves Andy from a life of crime. Fretting over IRS bills, Red tempts Indian Jim (Jay Phillip Ghazal) with an offer for stardom.
One can only hope that the creative personnel behind this offal-ness saw the finished print and retired from show business. This film could stand as a dictionary definition of the antonym for talent. It's only point of interest is that it was geared not to a leering male audience, but toward their
female counterparts. Instead of a plethora of bared breasts, SORORITY HOUSE PARTY offers a monogamous affair with a Fabio clone.
Not quite as stimulating as a panty raid, the movie is little more than a string of moron jokes. It is a measure of the film's wit that the Indian Jim character dresses as a Native American yet speaks with a New Delhi accent. Relentlessly smirking, this farce seems to have been conceived by high
school girls who've just learned the facts of life and need a therapeutic outlet for their raging hormones.(Extensive nudity, sexual Situations, substance abuse, profanity.)
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- Released: 1995
- Rating: NR
- Review: No one rents a film with this title in expectation of excellence. But even those undemanding souls in search of a run-of-the-mill t&a outing will be crying for a refund. As a torso-rama, the movie doesn't feature nearly enough undraped female forms; as a s… (more)