The premise alone promises absolute greatness: Two rival distaff bowling teams -- a pair of models and a couple of dancers -- compete against each other in a fierce bowling contest. Throughout the course of the match all four participants remove articles of clothing and are completely nude by the end of the third frame. Meanwhile, two bumbling announcers provide divinely asinine play-by-play commentary on the game. Writer/director J.L. Williams offers a brilliant and incisive heartfelt meditation on man's deep-seated need to see gorgeous young women participating in a famous sporting activity in their birthday suits (okay, all the gals are still wearing socks and bowling shoes, but why nitpick about such an inconsequential minor detail?). Better still, Williams not only delivers oodles of yummy bare female skin, but also tickles the funny bone with exceptional wit and precision with occasional spot-on silly commercial breaks advertising a shyster law firm, sporting bras, questionable pain pills (they make you feel nothing at all), and a foot deodorizing product.
The blazing hot babes wiggle and jiggle with utmost arousing aplomb: Slinky blonde soft-core starlet Jacqueline Lovell in particular positively burns up the screen (and proves to be the best bowler of the bunch); the equally delectable Taryn Carter likewise brings on the incendiary heat something smoking. Frequent Sam Raimi cohort Scott Spiegel as leering pervert photographer Joe Pornofsky and Sam's lesser known older brother Ivan as Joe's depraved assistant ably supply gut-busting comic relief. The redundantly bouncy synthesizer score and Daniel Yarussi's crude cinematography further enhance this baby's considerable deliciously cheesy charm. But what makes this honey so special and satisfying is the fact that it totally follows through on its gloriously raunchy high concept premise of sexy chicks bowling in the buff while smiling and giggling the entire time. An astonishing celluloid achievement of remarkable depth and significance.
The blazing hot babes wiggle and jiggle with utmost arousing aplomb: Slinky blonde soft-core starlet Jacqueline Lovell in particular positively burns up the screen (and proves to be the best bowler of the bunch); the equally delectable Taryn Carter likewise brings on the incendiary heat something smoking. Frequent Sam Raimi cohort Scott Spiegel as leering pervert photographer Joe Pornofsky and Sam's lesser known older brother Ivan as Joe's depraved assistant ably supply gut-busting comic relief. The redundantly bouncy synthesizer score and Daniel Yarussi's crude cinematography further enhance this baby's considerable deliciously cheesy charm. But what makes this honey so special and satisfying is the fact that it totally follows through on its gloriously raunchy high concept premise of sexy chicks bowling in the buff while smiling and giggling the entire time. An astonishing celluloid achievement of remarkable depth and significance.