Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama (1988)

Let's be realistic.

It's entirely possible that sending the audience out feeling lousy was intentional

It is not only a funny movie, but it allows a great amount of joy for anyone who watches it.

There are better movies of two hours length. I loved the actress'performance.

Okay, this was one of those movies I rented (on VHS) when I was bored and thought I couldn't get much more so. Wrong. This movie will bore you silly. The whole things stinks of something that was dreamed up at a stoner party. The idea that a demonic imp is trapped in a bowling trophy and that once released it will take over the world with its female bowling minions ought to have some goofy appeal, but the whole thing is so ham-handed and clumsy that no effective comedic or satiric tone is ever struck. The movie fails as comedy, cheese, horror and as a result just doesn't engage the viewer on any level. The effects are unspecial, and the plot has no twists. It plays out just as you anticipate it would. 80s B-movie 'icon' Linnea Quigley has a good appearance here, but as usual she doesn't really give a performance. She just strikes a spunky note and carries on from there. It's an 'attitude role' rather than an acting one, although to be fair she was pretty good at this. Fantasy model Brinke Stevens appears here briefly but doesn't do anything much. The other performers are total no-talent nobodies, and even if there were any talent on display, the script gives them nothing to work with and the director cannot direct actors. Strictly for completists who have to see every grade-Z movie out there.

Biker/thief Spider(Linnea Quigley, punked out, but still a babe), vulgar and disgruntled most of the film, has to reluctantly join forces with nerdy Calvin(Andras Jones)to outsmart a demon imp released from his bowling trophy prison(!)who is turning college kids into ghouls and victims.It all starts when three dweebs, the aforementioned Calvin(drunken thanks to his dorky dorm pals), porky Jimmie(Hal Havins of "Night of the Demons" fame, as obnoxious as ever), and Keith(John Stuart Wildman..I have a bone to pick with this particular nerd, more on this joker in a moment)caught peeping on two sorority hopefuls, Taffy(Brinke Stevens, at her most delicious)and Lisa(Michelle Bauer..at the height of her sexual powers;but shamefully underused)naked in the bathroom, getting cleaned up after their paddlings and whipped creaming. Babs Peterson(Robin Stille)is the head sister who, along with her pledge sisters Rhonda(Kathi O'Brecht)and Frankie(Carla Baron), force the girls hoping to join their sorority, and the geeks caught sneaking a peek, to steal a trophy from her father's bowling alley. Once inside, the gang release the imp accidentally unleashing carnage on them all. While Babs and her posse plan to spoil their victims' evenings, they have no idea what's ultimately in store for them. Before this unfortunate mistake, the group find Spider trying to break open an arcade game for the cash inside. Seduced by the imp's supposed good will at granting each individual a wish a piece, those who take up his seemingly good offer find themselves doomed. But, the imp uses it's powers to hold the group hostage inside with a type of electronic forcefield and can invade bodies with possession.Based on this silly premise, you must acknowledge that this film is completely tongue-in-cheek the entire way through. Anyone who ventures into a film titled, "Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama" ought to know what they are getting themselves into. Director David DeCoteau seems to be using natural light within the bowling alley because it's often hard to see what has happened to various victims. This film, like many a sex comedy/horror comedy trots out the clichéd characters, dumb girls naked and naive, nerds who, once confronted with the possibility of sex, freeze, sorority gals who like to mistreat their "inferior" subjects, and hogger practical joker who annoys everyone around him. It's all in good fun if you approach this film in the right frame of mind. Often the one-liners, many from Quigley, do fall flat, but there's enough true gags to keep one entertained..particularly those looking for a cheap laugh or two. I couldn't stop laughing a near-deaf Janitor Buck Flower, who for the first twenty or so minutes is locked in an equipment room, and later has a HILARIOUS conversation with Quigley regarding the imp and their terror within the bowling alley...misunderstanding what another is saying often works so well, especially when it's Buck Flower. But, even Buck, as funny as he is, can not top Brinke Stevens bathing soap from her naked flesh during her shower or Michelle Bauer hot and bothered ready to rave Keith. Oh, and on Keith..one thing that has always driven me bonkers about movies with nerds are those where they have this sexual dynamo, in lingerie no less, on top and ready to molest them, as they squirm trying to retreat! And, this guy has Bauer on top and wishes to get away from her..NUTS! Anyway, the film has Buck, a puppet demon with the voice of a bluesman, and two major-league honeys..what more can a guy ask for?! Oh, and to top it all off, you have one of the sorority girls turned into the Bride of Frankenstein(..the scene as she chases Quigley with an axe and surprises Buck with a knock at his door..not to mention his reaction..are gold)running around loose! What's not to love, right?

This is the classic case of a fabulous title to a film but a horrible movie. With a name like "Sorority Babes At The Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama," I just had to check this film out. If you think the film sounds cheesy, it is - in spades.It's a sleazy horror spoof that wasn't funny and only offered some nice boobs to watch (for us guys). That's about it. The two main characters were just plain annoying and too profane and, for a horror flick, it was anything but scary. I guess it was more of a comedy but outside of the "imp," not too much of the humor was good stuff. The film showed promise early on, but once they got to the bowling lanes the film rolled a gutter ball. Oh, well....it's still my favorite movie title of all time.

As this film's gloriously bold title alone suggests this sure ain't no exceptionally smart, subtle and sophisticated work of remarkable cinematic art. Instead it's total unmitigated lowbrow crap, plain and simple (with a definite emphasis on the simple, too). The so-called plot concerns two overaged, but very fetching sorority pledges and a trio of moronic, obnoxious frat boys who have to break into a bowling alley late at night and steal a bowling trophy as part of an initiation prank. The dim-witted quintet accidentally unleash a mischievous and diabolical imp who speaks with a pretty dreadful ersatz African American accent; said troublesome little bugger gleefully wreaks plenty of enjoyably inane tongue-in-cheek supernatural havoc upon the idiotic collegians.Tireless celluloid dreckmeister supreme David ("Creepazoids," "Deadly Embrace") DeCoteau keeps the silly shenanigans bumping along at a reasonably quick clip, the nonstop sophomoric gags are quite amusing in an admittedly crude sort of way, and both the cinematography and production values are surprisingly slick given the paltry nickel'n'dime budget. Moreover, immortal 80's trash horror scream queen Linnea ("Silent Night, Deadly Night," "The Return of the Living Dead") Quigley contributes a spirited and engaging performance as a spunky punkette burglar while the always reliable George "Buck" Flower lends able support as a frisky, doddering, irascible old coot of a hopelessly senile janitor. Better still, the sexy, slinky, smoldering Brinke ("The Slumber Party Massacre") Stevens takes an utterly gratuitous, but much-appreciated lengthy shower and buxom brunette honey Michelle ("Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers") Bauer spends the bulk of her screen time in the buff. Of course this film overall is essentially an extremely cheesy, lamebrained and worthless hunk of absolute junk, but this baby nonetheless still constitutes as one of those true schlock movie rarities: it's a thoroughly shameless, pointless and witless rip-snorting snotwad of a flick that's every bit as blithely tacky and trashy as its glaringly obvious title would suggest. I plead guilty as charged on the grounds that I dug every last sublimely stupid minute of this braindead timewaster.