One Night Only

This is one of the most enjoyable erotic comedies ever made, while not exactly subtle this really tickles the funnybone...oh and the ladies are gorgeous, not least Judy Foster starring as upperclass snobbish girl. Best line: Elisabeth: Do you want me to swallow a goldfish? The girls: Think bigger....and harder!

The wacky storyline revolves around a group of lady students making a buck on hijacking the sexparty for the city's hockyteam, meanwhile the American nephew of one of the girls turns up, with his born-again christian policeman father hot on the heels and a pimp mad about having his job hijacked. Everybody ends up in bed with everyone, lots of "Porky's" style humor. Great score and cast, this is a sadly overlooked gem that I have seen many times. 9/10

If this film concentrated more on it's story, than it's sex and nudity in abundance, this would be a better film. This Canadian effort, of course with it's unknowns, some who look great nude, is real cheese ball, sleazy kind of fun, anyway, one strip scene, played to that trademark strip theme, duhdada duhdada... where we see a beaver shot in close up. The deal here is some girlfriends, posing as hookers, work with some real ones as well, entertain a hockey team, to make some big bucks. And when I mean, entertain, I mean really entertain. At this party there's also an indoor pool, and you know what that means. We also some incorporate some mobsters into this story, but I forget why, as seeing the movie back in the nineties. The father of one of the hockey players goes off at the son when he slips a video in the VCR to watch one of his victory games. The same dad likes kinky sex, and playing pranks on some of the girls, one of them running out nude with a live crab that was attached to her you know what. He also likes to crawl backwards underneath a posse of naked women, inspecting their you know what, while wearing a miners cap. If sleaze is your thing, you'll probably get a kick out this, minus laughs, with some hot female bods to boot.

My review was written in June 1986 after watching the film on Key video cassette.

"One Night Only" is one of four Canadian features that rolled in November 1983 with financial backing from The Playboy Channel. Of interest only to voyeurs, feature, originally titled more appropriately "New Year's Eve", is an embarrassing example of what is euphemistically called Canadian content. It is currently available on video cassette.

Girls in a Montreal sorority house suddenly decide they want to go to bed with the players on the pro hockey team (apparently the Canadiens). Led by busty young blonde Anne (Lenore Zann) they maneuver to take over the annual New Year's Eve sex party traditionally organized by gangster Winkeau (Hrant Alianak) and borrow the posh mansion of the parents of sorority sister Elizabeth (Judy Foster) for the occasion. When there aren't enough college girls to service the pucksters, Anne recruits local prostitutes to join the party, led by beautiful Louellla (Taborah Johnson), who also coaches the coeds in lovemaking techniques.

Exercise in dumb puns and vulgarity is designed mainlyu to show off some pretty girls sans clothing, okay for Playboy viewers, but a bore as a feature film. Pic's lame concept of satire is evident when team owner Mack (Jeff Braunstein) has to force his hotshot star Johnny (Martin Neufeld) to engage in drinking and sex when all the youngster wants to do is play hockey, do endorsements and appear on tv.

For a basically tame softcore outing, scripter P. Y. Haines oddly emphasizes incest, with sevral of the couples imagining they're father & daughter or mothe & son during sex, and the romantic payoff occurring when young Anne beds down with her even younger cousin Jamie (Geofrey MacKay) . Cast does a good job and is worthy of much better material.

This little straight-to-cable flick isn't The Godfather and it's not trying to be. But the combination of entry-level acting, burlesque humor, by-the-numbers 1980's pop music, too many topless lovelies to count, and a plot so implausible that it practically spits in the face of suspension-of-disbelief make this a delightfully cheesy piece of teenage-boy entertainment. The phrase "so bad it's good" doesn't even apply to this, because "bad" doesn't apply to it - it's pure escapist entertainment, and for my money, that's the best type. I saw this for the first time when I was 11 or 12 and in the habit of sneaking into my parents' den to watch Showtime Late Night on weekends (boys will be boys, right?) and this is one that always stuck in my memory. Finding a rental copy in college was a sublime moment and preserving it in digital is going to keep me young for another hundred years. Intellectual decompression at its finest.

The days of simple tacky funny not like before. They dont make these like they did. Fun and still likeable. The hockey fans like the hockey side story.