This deserves "cult classic" status and, judging from IMDb's previous reviewers' t(h)rashings, it is poised for a most cult-ish fate. You will indeed be disappointed if you take it more seriously than its principals did. It is camp -- at Kilimanjaro levels. That the wanton energy invested in these frames was unleashed for filmed capture only during the 1970s seems clear, alas, from the sad spectacle that contemporary reviewers seem to miss it entirely. It was fun to be alive then, take my word...
The unlikely hero is a stiff who is cut squarely, so to speak, from the then-Governor Reagan mold. All cinematic stereotypes were piquant: the dance scene at the soda shop was as honestly hot as the cafeteria food fight was actually nuts -- they acted like they weren't acting. There is indeed gratuitous nudity, but only of the most nubile variety [Betty Page, move over for Helen Lang]. The aide to the Evil Developer was a perfect cross between Bob Eubanks and Garner Ted Armstrong. And the presence of transcendental nutcase Carl Ballantine was just the right bubble gum icing on this tutti frutti cake. It Rocks 'n' Rules.
The unlikely hero is a stiff who is cut squarely, so to speak, from the then-Governor Reagan mold. All cinematic stereotypes were piquant: the dance scene at the soda shop was as honestly hot as the cafeteria food fight was actually nuts -- they acted like they weren't acting. There is indeed gratuitous nudity, but only of the most nubile variety [Betty Page, move over for Helen Lang]. The aide to the Evil Developer was a perfect cross between Bob Eubanks and Garner Ted Armstrong. And the presence of transcendental nutcase Carl Ballantine was just the right bubble gum icing on this tutti frutti cake. It Rocks 'n' Rules.