Le Collège en folie

h.o.t.s. is one of those sexy 70's drive in movies that features many of playboys famous playmates from the 70's like sexy tall blonde Susan kiger,Pamela jean Bryant,Lisa London,kc winkler and the late sexy Angela Ames.and would you believe a post partridge family Danny bonaduce?its the snobby girls verses the good girls(the hots girls)led by Susan kiger.there's a couple of comedy relief gangsters,a runaway bear,a trained seal,misplaced bras,etc;etc;think animal house meets hooters.h.o.t.s. is an enjoyable little comedy with t& a no complaints here.i actually think that Susan kiger was one of playboys sexiest playmates from the 70's.she did do a few more movies including deathscreams.if you like fun drive in movies you will no doubt enjoy h.o.t.s. 7 out of 10

"H.O.T.S." is an unashamedly exploitative sex comedy flick that followed hot on the heels of "National Lampoon's Animal House", a box-office smash in the late '70s. It was also possibly inspired by all those "Swinging Cheerleaders" movies, which were basically pornographic. It was scripted, surprisingly, by two women.

The plot concerns a group of girls who are blackballed from a snooty sorority, and thus decide to start their own, named "H.O.T.S." after the first initial of each girl. They decide to use their feminine attributes to steal the boyfriends on the rival sorority. Perhaps its most famous scenes are publicity stunts the H.O.T.S. girls pull: a topless parachute jump and a game of strip football.

Of course there is a bizarre subplot about hired goons doing god-knows-what. I wasn't really able to follow these scenes. One of them involves a bear in the swimming pool. The girls also get a seal on a chain somehow, and claim that the name of their sorority stands for "Help Out the Seals".

The girls have a jock strap raid at a frat house, which features a lot of young men wandering around semi naked.

One of the H.O.T.S. girls is kidnapped and bound and gagged. They shave her hair off.

Some random guy appears to have a skull shaped like a cone? I didn't understand that part. It's a bizarre sight.

There is also an ugly fat girl in the movie, and I'm not sure what she was there for.

The movie "climaxes" in the aforementioned strip-football game. The girls play in bikinis, and take their tops off eventually. The movie completely fails to build suspense for this supposedly climactic moment, and films the game ineptly - but who cares about that, right? You want nudity. You get it... sort of. The movie's inept direction doesn't take advantage of so many topless girls by giving you a good look. In fact, the whole movie is a bit like that. The nudity seems incidental, whereas to the people watching the movie, it's anything but - it's the whole reason you watched it in the first place.

I saw this several years ago on the Playboy channel. It featured a few Playmates (Kiger & Bryant--an Indianapolis native), a future T.V. sidekick of Mike Hammer (Bloom) and a has-been child star (Bonaduce) all frolicking in the highjinks of college.

Throw in a Hattie McDaniel/Lillian Randolph type maid for comedy relief, lots of boobies and some strip football and you have all the makings of a classic drive-in movie. H.O.T.S. was made after the success of National Lampoon's Animal House, and in some ways was better--more or less because of the girlies. While the plots not memorable (poor girls getting even with rich vixens) it does have its classic moments like the pie fight from a hot-air balloon, nude skydiving--performed wonderfully by the late Angela Aames, the real life bear scenes and the strip football game.

Not a movie to watch with your wife/girlfriend/concubine/lover, but instead one to watch with a buddy or several guys over a six-pack, pizza and snacks.

This film is a throwback to the pre-siliconized days of Hollywood. We here at the academy admire the blossoming of natural talent as it explodes onto the screen. The film centers around the exploits of a bevy of buxom beauty outcasts (Susan Kiger, Pamela Jean Bryant, Kimberly Cameron, Lisa London, Angela Aames) as they form a sorority. Their nemesis is the snobby sorority with its buxom beauties (Lindsay Bloom, K.C. Winkler). College hijinks prevail as the film brings forth the truth about typical sorority behavior: showering, topless sunbathing, topless skydiving, wet T-shirt contests, outsmarting the pesky dean, and strip football. That's right, strip football: score a TD and the opposing team loses an article of clothing. This definitely is an Eye Candy Hall of Fame moment and causes us to reflect that they don't make movies like this anymore. As football fans it pains us to actually hope for a weak pass rush and lapses in the secondary coverage for both teams. Fire up the grill, open a beer, and enjoy the game.

I saw this picture when it was released 30 years ago, mainly because of the topless football game. I enjoyed it back then, but seeing it again on Netflix TV after three decades was a disappointment. Not that the movie doesn't have its positives: (1) high-quality cinematography, lighting, editing, and photography; (2) beautiful, often topless, babes; and (3) a couple of recognizable (real) actors from the past (Dick Bakalyan and Louis Guss as the gangsters).

That being said, the flick went overboard trying to be "zany," cramming into practically every scene some sort of tired, infantile gag that draws winces instead of chuckles. Further, beneath the ostensible light, good-natured goings-on, with everybody supposedly having such a great time acting crazy or simply being weird, runs a subliminal hostility and meanness that progressively depresses the viewer. Ha, ha. Isn't the fat girl funny, especially when she outweighs her nerdy boyfriend by 200 pounds? What a riot! Ha, ha. The opera singer bellows off-key and then falls into the pool! How original! Whoever thought of that? Brilliant stroke of comedy! As bright and cheerful as H.O.T.S. makes itself out to be, it's actually kind of repulsive.

As one reviewer noted years ago, H.O.T.S. is one of those movies better watched with the sound off. The outstanding beauty of (my personal choices, in order) Kimberly Cameron, K.C. Winkler, Sandy Johnson, and Lisa London shouldn't be marred by idiotic dialogue.

Five stars: ten for the feminine beauty and the vintage actors, zero for everything else.