Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama

Back in the day, and we're talking way back (the early 1990s), I was flipping the channels in the middle of the night when I came across a television program called "Up All Night," which was hosted by the gorgeous Rhonda Shear, but was originally hosted by the late comedian Gilbert Gottfried, who scored an all-time comic hit in my mind when he lampooned Jerry Seinfeld and his personal (Gilbert's, not Jerry's) troubles with censorship by proclaiming the MPAA was issuing a statement that essentially said, "Seinfeld yes! Masturbation no!" You'd have to dig back through the cultural backwaters to get the full story; I can only give you a thumbnail.

On this show, which showed other shows, was a show about some kids in a "Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama." (Whatever that was.) They were in the dark a lot and talking to a phony hand puppet while getting whacked by sorority sisters who became demonically possessed. Now, I ask you: What sort of movie has Linnea Quigley and Brinke Stevens stumbling around a bowling alley while trying to survive some barely clothed sorority sisters who become demonically possessed?

A Troma movie, of course, Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama has a subtle, yet poignant title as well as a piercing, deeply intellectual lens which falls upon a timeless plot, revolving around half-nekkid sorority sisters paddling each other's bare asses (well almost bare) before sending their prospective recruits to a closed bowling alley to steal a trophy in the middle of the night. Along the way, they run into some pervo dudes who play peeping tom, one of whom is porky, but that's okay; don't lose your head about it. (Hint: he did.)

But then, they unleash a demonic imp, and he makes damn sure the wishes of all the kids get fulfilled: for example, the geeky guy with glasses gets fucked out of his skullcap by some hottie in fishnets and garters. And my, there are a lot of bare tits swinging around in this flick!

Along the way, one of the multiple "Weak Ones" in heavy 1980s glasses hooks up with the delectable Linnea "Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers" Quigley, who had a smokin' little body in 1988, and the two of them fight to survive the night in the cursed bowling alley, while possessed sorority sisters (one of whom has an amazing Amy Winehouse-style beehive do) try to off them. The only heavily disappointing factor here is the complete lack of blood and guts to any great degree. Otherwise, the most pleasurable aspect of the film is watching Linnea Quigley as "Spider." You'll find you can't quite take your eyes off of her. Also, her acidic charm and occasional nasal, Midwestern twang perfectly contrast her taut, wiry, dancer's physique and dyed blonde spritzed-up 1988 hairdo. Love it!

There's not a hell of a lot more to say. The Imp puppet is fake as all hell. I've seen more realistic-looking rubber dolls sold off the shelves at Kaybee toy stores. (Do those places still exist? I'll have to check on that.) Regardless, the voicework is done by none other than THE Dukey Flyswatter, who starred in Troma's Surf Nazis Must Die and did more time in Grade-Z horror flicks than you can shake a rubber severed limb at. (Also, he was the singer of the surf-punkabilly horror rock group Haunted Garage.)

Of course, nobody is going to take a movie called Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama seriously. That's not the point. Nobody takes a cornball, low-rent, horror, and T and A flick seriously anyway, and, more so here, when the Troma brand is slapped on right at the beginning, letting everyone KNOW just what sort of picture they're in for.

Regardless it's an entertaining ninety minutes of mindless cinematic indulgence, subpar in every way, but, not for that reason, bad. And, in the end, the hero rides off into the sunset with beautiful Linnea. What more could a bespectacled young pervo ask for? I'm sure I don't know.

Starring Linnea Quigley, Brinke Stevens, Michelle Bauer, and a bunch of other hotties. And Dukey Flyswatter as the voice of "The Imp." Written by Sergei Hasenecz. Directed by David Decoteau.

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