Yes, don't be fooled by that title, as this is otherwise known as Yotzim Kavua, Greasy Kid Stuff or, most obvious, Lemon Popsicle 2. Yes, the film that inspired The Last American Virgin doesn't just have one sequel, but many, many chapters to tell.
Even better, it played on double bills in the UK with Rosemary's Killer, which we know better as The Prowler.
Directed and written by Boaz Davidson, this film boasts the same lost in translation insanity of the last one as well as twenty-two songs from the fifties. Which is weird, because while the boys have hair and clothes from the era and the music is right, the girls have makeup straight out of 1979. Maybe memory really is a fickle thing, huh?
That said, every guy in this movie is beyond a jerk. Not just in a "aren't 80s sex comedy guys horrible" way but in a "why aren't these young men in jail" and "why do these women keep taking them back" way. Its "heroes" Benji, Bobby and Huey are willing to screw one another over to keep screwing and one just ponders why they ever became friends in the first place.
Nobody brings anybody a bag of oranges, I'll tell you that much.
Someone does, however, throw eggs at a child directly after making out. I am not making this up.
Even better, it played on double bills in the UK with Rosemary's Killer, which we know better as The Prowler.
Directed and written by Boaz Davidson, this film boasts the same lost in translation insanity of the last one as well as twenty-two songs from the fifties. Which is weird, because while the boys have hair and clothes from the era and the music is right, the girls have makeup straight out of 1979. Maybe memory really is a fickle thing, huh?
That said, every guy in this movie is beyond a jerk. Not just in a "aren't 80s sex comedy guys horrible" way but in a "why aren't these young men in jail" and "why do these women keep taking them back" way. Its "heroes" Benji, Bobby and Huey are willing to screw one another over to keep screwing and one just ponders why they ever became friends in the first place.
Nobody brings anybody a bag of oranges, I'll tell you that much.
Someone does, however, throw eggs at a child directly after making out. I am not making this up.