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Sorority Babes In The Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama
Directed By David DeCoteau
Released: 1988
Starring: Andras Jones, Linnea Quigley, Robin Stille, and Hal Havins
Running Time: 77 minutes
DVD Released By Cult Video
Three dorky college students, Calvin, Keith, and Jimmie, sneak over to the
Delta Delta Delta sorority to house to spy on their initiation ceremony.
Meanwhile, Babs, Frankie, and Rhonda are busy humiliating their new
pledges, Taffy (Brinke Stevens) and Lisa (Michelle Bauer), when they catch
Calvin & Co. sneaking around the Tri Delta House. As punishment, the boys
must accompany the pledges to the mall, sneak into the bowling alley, and
steal a bowling trophy in order to help the girls complete their
initiation. Babs and her sorority sisters secretly follow along to keep an
eye on things through the mall’s security cameras. It’s there that the
gang meets Spider (played by Linnea Quigley), a ne’er-do-well punk, who
just happens to be robbing the place.
Jimmie accidentally drops the bowling trophy unleashing the Imp (voiced by
Michael Sonye), a being who promises to fulfill their wishes. Things go
wrong when the Imp takes possession of the Tri Delta girls turning them
into murderous demons. The bowling alley quickly turns into a
slaughterhouse as Calvin and Spider try to find a way to defeat the Imp.
The odd duo gets a little help from the mall’s overnight janitor (played
by George ‘Buck’ Flower) but they’ll have to get through the newly
possessed Babs first.
David DeCoteau (Creepozoids)
directs this inspiring coming of age story penned by one time
screenwriter, Sergei Hasenecz. Filmed almost entirely in a San Diego
bowling alley during its closed hours,
Sorority Babes In The Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama
is an American classic waiting to be discovered only by viewers ready to
rediscover themselves. The practically epic plot is not only a modern take
on “The Monkey’s Paw” but it is also a passionate tale of forbidden love.
There is so much conflict and tragedy going on it makes the rigorously
delivered dialogue almost an afterthought. Am I pulling your leg? Yes. Am
I pulling my own? I don’t know.
Static camerawork is really the only technical crime committed as the
lighting and sound are both acceptable. Special effects include a negative
filter (used only once!), some animated lightning, a fire suit, a crude
faux severed head, and the nearly immobile Imp puppet. The film’s
soundtrack is populated by ferocious attack-pop, evil carnival music, and
shitcan love ballads. The aforementioned bowling alley and mall settings
are as banal (yet glorious) as you might imagine. Appropriately, the cast
yucks it up for the camera and performances are mind-warpingly bad yet
perfectly suited for the material.
Andras Jones (A Nightmare On Elm Street 4)
effortlessly portrays Calvin, the ubergeek, horror movie freak, and
everyman of this tale. His sexual awakening while spying on the Tri
Deltas, his humbling experience getting drunk on his first (and only)
beer, and the blossoming of his first romance with Spider, are all
flawlessly executed. Closet dominatrix, Babs, is brought to life by Robin
Stille (Slumber Party Massacre)
and the hair-obsessed bride of Frankenstein look-alike, Frankie (Carla
Baron of Hack-O-Lantern),
lights up the screen as she relentlessly pursues (and hisses at) our heroes.
You may know him as Stooge from Night Of
The Demons but here Hal Havins plays
Jimmie, a real charmer and the heavyset comic relief. And yeah, there's Keith
(John Stuart Wildman) but I don’t want to talk about Keith! He is not
leadership material.
There’s a three-way scream queen competition going on here between the
infamous trio that starred in DeCoteau’s
Nightmare Sisters. While I do worship at
the respective altars of Michelle Bauer and Brinke Stevens, it is the
ultimate cheapie horror and schlock siren, Linnea Quigley, who makes this
film invaluable to me. Spider’s candy corn dialogue coming from Quigley is
pure vocal junk food; sweet but oh so bad for you. Only Spider can make a
bowling alley men’s room come alive with sweet electricity and bristle with
sexual tension. Whatever you do, Calvin, don’t let this one get away.
While I’m still in my right mind, let me warn the average viewer about
Sorority Babes In The Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama
(Of Death): you’ll probably hate this. Fans of Linnea Quigley and 80s crap
horror will find themselves magically transported into a formerly perfect,
now unsettled world which can only be fully restored by vanquishing the Imp’s
power. For you, brave souls, your life will only get better. The rest will
have to merely bask in the boobs, beer, spankings, and whipped cream. From the hot
pink credit sequence to the dirt bike into the sunset resolution; no one
loses.
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