Yes, Virginia, you too can make a movie and get it up on commercial screens. Consider Keith Warn's "Sorority Girls' Revenge," so bad that it's bad, but which has somehow wriggled into two L.A. chains' midnight slots.
Yes, Virginia, you too can make a movie and get it up on commercial screens. Consider Keith Warn’s “Sorority Girls’ Revenge,” so bad that it’s bad, but which has somehow wriggled into two L.A. chains’ midnight slots. Underneath the self-distribbed tale of a sorority clan’s rite of passage are the creepy permutations of a dirty old man’s fantasy, with the middle-aged Warn playing a randy coot who tries at one point to feel up one of the young Greeks. Midnight moviegoers aren’t so desperate that they will opt for such trailer trash.
In desert foothills, father Custer (Warn) and son Lem (Kevin Wortman) have found refuge in a trailer home after fleeing a miffed biker gang. This same trailer is the getaway of Tri-Eta sorority and the spot where pledge master Veronica (Nikki Trexler) forces four newbies to spend a weekend without food. The men peep in on the quartet in various states of undress, and Marci (Stacy Oliver) reacts with a “military” response while Cathy (Kelly Kraegel) gets a soft spot for Lem. Perfs are at constant full volume, while production is at standard of your average porn shoot.