Starhops

I can't argue with any of the other comments, they are true. This is not one of those big budget classics, well thought out, with a great plot, star actors and wonderful screenplay. It's none of those. It looks like they spent only a couple hundred $ making it...and likely lost money on it.

But - if you're a fan of really bad movies, if you find big name movies boring and like to see how bad they can get, this is for you. If you have an iron stomach and won't blow groceries in the theater, this is for you. If you enjoyed Attack Of The Killer Tomatoes or the Toxic Avenger movies, this is for you. If you watch X-rated movies just for the empty plots and bad acting (this is NOT X-rated, although it does have one sort-of suggestive scene)...this is your kind of movie and you should see it, in that case I highly recommend it.

It is so bad it's good. I would love to see it again.

This was one of the last film First American film company released. The film has very little nudity, but it's has a likeable cast and even thrown in Dick Miller in the first 10min for the Roger Corman crowd. There's even a STAR WARS take-off in the begining. Recommended.

Now here's an interesting by-product of the 1970's... the "feminist" drive-in exploitation fare, which featured female protagonists making their way in a man's world. Courtesy director Barbara Peeters (BURY ME AN ANGEL) and screenwriter Stephanie Rothman (GROUP MARRIAGE), both specialists in this mini-genre, the conventions of these films are the same, however because the protagonists are women, there is kind of a reverse stereotype. In other words, it's okay if women take their clothes off, as long as they're being directed by women.

This story is pure corny sex fluff (but with little sex): a trio of enterprising gals set out to save their fledgling drive-in restaurant despite all obstacles. Because this is a drive-in movie with a lot of wah-wah pedal soundtrack and male pigs with bad clothing, you know that these girls aren't taking the Sally Struthers correspondence course on business. They take advantage of their sexuality to get their way in a corporate man's world... always on their terms, yet still don't go ALL the way.

Angel and Cupcake (great names, eh?) use their feminine wiles to get a business loan to take over the restaurant once boss Jerry flips his lid. With the help of Danielle, who can make cheeseburgers into French gourmet, they are in business, until... ...man-child millionaire Carter Axe wants to take over the property. He even gets his spoiled son Norman to work there to sabotage the place. What follows would not garner a Thalberg award anytime soon, but still this is amiable schlock despite the insane overacting, and the sitcom-level screenwriting (I'm not kidding- Stephanie Rothman must have had "Three's Company" on in the background while typing this; there is a blatant lift from one of the show's sexual innuendoes).

But thankfully, STARHOPS is of its time. Because it is the 1970's, these girls miraculously know kung fu, the credits open just like those in STAR WARS, transitions occur with star-shaped lap dissolves, the score is country-and-western sounding porn music (so I'm told -ahem), the floors are those cheap panelling in the Home Depot ads, and there is even a cheesy "Also Sprach Zarathustra" as the girls learn to roller skate! Plus, what is this film without a three-minute sequence taking place in a discotheque which has no relation to the plot whatsoever? Ah, bliss.

Finally, STARHOPS is of a subgenre of late-1970's mosaic films which celebrate the working class (CAR WASH, LUNCH WAGON, etc.), before the honest Johns onscreen were replaced by robots and frat boys. One begs the question, "Where are they now?" The restaurant at which this was shot (it's probably a Starbucks now), and the people in the cast (except Dick Miller)-- all doe-eyed hopefuls whom we once identified with, for in that immortal decade of cinema, the screen was actually filled with "real people".

Starhops is so bad that it makes "Gas pump girls" look like "Grapes of Wrath". I cannot believe that all the people involved in this decided one day to participate in this massive waste of time and energy. Were they all stoned on marijuana? I guarantee and bet all of my hard earned money that the actors of this puerile escapade never had acting jobs again in film. And rightfully so. Everything from the acting, film quality, to the inane plot is so sophomoric and idiotically amateurish that it's baffling that it was ever released. Was this some kind of sick joke made on the public? And who wasted there time seeing this? Whoever has the constitution and stamina to sit through this garbage is definitely a glutton for punishment.

This film begins with a beleaguered cook by the name of "Jerry" (Dick Miller) finally deciding that he cannot handle the pressure of owning and operating an old-fashioned burger joint and simply quits. But as he is leaving two waitresses there named "Angel" (Jillian Kesner) and "Cupcake" (Sterling Frazier) convince him to give them the opportunity to own the fast-food restaurant instead. Although he doesn't think that they can be very successful-especially in light of all the bills that still need to be paid-he reluctantly agrees and walks away. Immediately afterward Angel and Cupcake go to the bank and through the power of their personality persuade the manager to give them a loan to help them out. But what they don't know is that a ruthless oil tycoon named "Carter Axe" (Al Hopson) desperately wants this property and will stop at nothing to get it. Now rather than reveal any more I will just say that this was a rather standard low-budget comedy for this time period which essentially failed to rise to the point of mediocrity due in large part to the overall lack of humor and second-rate cast. Yet even so, it managed to pass the time and for that reason I have rated it accordingly. Slightly below average.