Roommates

I don't know if I would dare to classify this film as an ordinary cinematographic work with real sex scenes, or as a sensationally written and starred pornographic film, as would happen with a conventional film of a certain level.

Perhaps that is the disappointing factor about Roommates, since the people who went to the premiere to see it were undoubtedly expecting a standard adult work, knowing, of course, that it would be a show in any case interestingly filmed by Chuck Vincent. And what they ultimately brought to the retinas was a spectacular drama with splashes of explicit sex that attract attention, not so much for the usual crudeness of the genre, but for quite the opposite, for showing sex in a very superficial, even romantic, way with short, natural and even dramatic sexual scenes. As if they said: "let's finish this, we must return to the plot line."

And the truth is that no one (and I repeat NO ONE) goes to the movies to see Veronica Hart or Samantha Fox to enjoy their artistic or acting skills. Although they do it very well here. With this I do not want to belittle this work of Vincent. Absolutely not. But there is more sex in some famous mainstream movies than in Chuck Vincent's Roommates. Although it surpasses some in cinematographic quality.

The overpraise this glorified porno has received is staggering. Veronica Hart may had been good in other roles; here she is trying too hard. Samantha Fox is downright terrible and over-acting(if we can use that word 'acting) and obnoxious to watch. Her only believable dialogue occurs when performing her sex-scenes, in all seriousness. Kelly Nicols,ironically, gives the only pure performance with her natural delivery. Jamie Gillis is fine,as usual. Chuck Vincent evidently got his directing-knack down with future efforts,but this is a fancy wrapped package with nothing inside, except a self-fulfillment wish for Vincent.

The late Chuck Vincent's ultimate cross-over hit swept the AFAA (Adult Film Association of America, founded by Dave Friedman) Awards the year it came out, while simultaneously alienating a lot of porn fans and critics alike, perhaps already planting the seeds for what were to become such organizations as the XRCO (X-Rated Critics Organization) and FOXE (Fans of X-Rated Entertainment). The reason for this very controversy is blatantly obvious. While ROOMMATES delivers in spades in all aspects of good film-making (i.e. script, acting, production values), it virtually overlooks the one aspect that separates adult from mainstream movies. While there's plenty of sex involved, very little of it is actually erotic or indeed intended as such. "Cult Movies" auteur Danny Peary actually hit the nail on the head when he labeled the film borderline misogynist as its three female lead characters are put through the wringer just to show how strong and plucky they happen to be. That said, Vincent and his regular writer Rick Marx did manage to create a trio of gutsy (if not quite yet independent) women who were unapologetic about their penile pursuits that was totally different from the porn norm and this long before SEX AND THE CITY made such "female misbehavior" acceptable to mainstream audiences. Presumably the first adult film to play mainstream venues since Bill Osco's porn musical ALICE IN WONDERLAND in 1976 with varying degrees of explicitness, it was embraced by a spectator-ship well beyond the dyed in the wool dirty movie devotees.

In order to beat the high cost of living in New York, three very different but equally career-oriented women decide to move in together. Billie (Samantha Fox in a career-best performance) is an up 'n' coming advertising executive with a past in high-priced prostitution that's coming back to haunt her with a vengeance. Struggling actress Joan (Veronica Hart) wants to make it big on Broadway but carries on an affair with a married man (tall, hulking Frank Adams, a beefy Brian Keith type who was also in Vincent's GAMES WOMEN PLAY and THIS LADY IS A TRAMP). Model Sherry (Kelly Nichols) has a coke habit that invariably gets her in trouble including gang rape and a persistent pervert, disturbingly portrayed by – who else but – Jamie Gillis. Of the three, Joan gets off the easiest, just having to cope with being strung along by her lying lover and her budding attraction to gay fellow actor Eddie, one of the first parts that allowed the excellent Jerry Butler to flex his acting muscles. As Billie is blackmailed by her former pimp Marv (a rare nasty turn from that terrific comedian Bobby Astyr) to resume her previous capacity as a hooker lest he blow her cover, she winds up at the bachelor party of her lover Jim (Jack Wrangler, JACK 'N' JILL together again), adding insult to injury as she had no idea that he was about to marry someone else ! And so it goes. Just about every single sexual encounter has one character (usually male) forcing or willfully deluding the other (usually female), leaving an unpleasant aftertaste. Exceptions are Sherry's popper-fueled one night stand with Ron Hudd, shot and edited in stuttering MTV style (then not yet the overworked device it has become since), and Joan's tender initiation of the sexually confused Eddie. Veronica Hart has gone on record to claim that her scene with Jerry Butler here was the only time on-screen sex ever felt like actual lovemaking to her.

Like Chuck's own follow-up IN LOVE and a few other titles like Stephen Sayadian's CAFE FLESH or Larry Revene's RAW TALENT, ROOMMATES falls into that severely limited category of adult movies that keep resurfacing on people's "best of" lists even though they're not all that hot. Each of them is very well made however with acting that puts the industry standard to shame. Hey, credit where it's due. Fox, Hart and Nichols were all Vincent discoveries to some extent – in BAD PENNY, GAMES WOMEN PLAY and BON APPETIT respectively – so it's particularly pleasing to find the three of them together in the one such case where they received equal billing and screen time. The director's right hand man behind the camera, the aforementioned Revene, performs his customary sterling duties plus there's a hauntingly wistful theme song ("Not Another Love Affair") by the same guys who wrote the slushy theme for IN LOVE. Had Vincent turned up the heat a notch, ROOMMATES would really be the adult classic "everyone" keeps saying it is.

My review was written in February 1982 after a Midtown Manhattan screening: "Roommates" is an extremely well-acted drama of three women trying to launch careers in New York City, cast and filmed with a key difference from ordinary product. Producer-director Chuck Vincent has used familiar thesps from sexpo films to enact a "straight" story, in which sex scenes are brief and do not destroy the picture's narrative. Softcore version reviewed (a similar hardcore version exists, using different camera angles) is hot enough to qualify for an X rating, but emerges as an uncensored story film with sex angles rather than a toned-down sex pic.

Three title characters are Billie (Samantha Fox), an ex-call girl working in tv commercials production, taking Joan (Veronica Hart) and Sherry (Kelly Nichols) as roommates from out of town to share her posh Manhattan apartment. Amidst humorous and frankly sentimental incidents, film concentrates on the women's mistreatment by various men in their lives.

Billie suffers from sexual harassment on the job, as her boss (Bobby Astyr) insists that she dispense sexual favors to clients or he'll fire her. Joan, dropping out of drama school to try and make it on (or off) Broadway, has a romance with her drama prof, but he drops her in favor of renewing his relationship with his wife. Sherry is from L. A. and building a modeling career, but gets beaten and abused by men she picks up.

Despite the melodramatic format, Vincent and his co- writer Rick Marx find positive elements for the heroines, such as Joan's falling in love with a sympathetic fellow actor (Jerry Butler), and even contrive a happy ending as each one embarks on a new life style, drawing upon the lessons they've learned. What makes the picture work is sock performances, particularly Samantha Fox's tough portrayal of a woman trying to "go straight" and Veronica Hart's winsome and innocent bundle of energy. Kelly Nichols is stuck in a less convincing role, that of a woman self-destructing through drugs and random men, but her glamorous beauty and a torrid sex scene (in stop-motion photography) are arresting.

In support, Jamie Gillis is truly frightening as a sickie who dominates Nichols, Gloria Leonard provides an hilarious, wise-cracking cameo as Fox's former madam, and Jerry Butler is very sympathetic as Hart's new boyfriend. Tech credits are sharp, especially Larry Revene's varied lighting to enhance each scene's mood.

While pic's lack of a Hollywood major pedigree may lead to it being dismissed as porn, "Roommates" deserves a shot at mainstream audiences.

In the annals of adult cinema, "Roommates" (1982) stands as a somewhat forgettable entry, despite director Chuck Vincent's earnest attempt to blend eroticism and narrative. While the film may hold appeal for aficionados of the genre, it fails to rise above the plethora of similar titles released during the Golden Age of Porn.

Set in New York City, "Roommates" follows the intertwining lives of three young women, each navigating the complexities of love, lust, and self-discovery. The film's premise is intriguing, offering a glimpse into the sexual awakening of its protagonists as they grapple with their desires and insecurities. However, the execution falls short, primarily due to a lackluster script and uninspired performances from its cast.

The film's three leads, played by Veronica Hart, Kelly Nichols, and Samantha Fox, struggle to convey the emotional depth needed to elevate their characters beyond mere vessels for sexual encounters. While all three actresses possess undeniable physical allure, their performances are largely one-dimensional, lacking the nuance and complexity required to engage viewers on a deeper level.

Chuck Vincent's direction, while competent, fails to elevate the material beyond its adult-oriented trappings. Scenes of explicit sexual content, while technically proficient, lack the artistry and sensuality found in the work of contemporaries such as Gerard Damiano or Radley Metzger. The film's pacing suffers as a result, with long stretches of tedious dialogue punctuated by perfunctory sex scenes that feel more obligatory than arousing.

The cinematography, courtesy of Larry Revene, is serviceable but unremarkable, with little to distinguish it from the myriad other adult films of its era. The film's soundtrack, a mix of synthesized disco and soft rock, is similarly uninspired, serving as little more than background noise to the on-screen action.

In terms of its adult content, "Roommates" offers a veritable smorgasbord of sexual acts, ranging from traditional heterosexual couplings to lesbian encounters and even a brief foray into BDSM. While this variety may appeal to viewers seeking a diverse range of erotic experiences, the film's relentless focus on carnal gratification ultimately detracts from its narrative coherence and emotional resonance.

As an artifact of its time, "Roommates" serves as a reminder of the limitations of Golden Age adult cinema, a genre that, despite its aspirations to the contrary, was often more concerned with titillation than storytelling. While the film may hold some historical interest for fans of the era, it fails to deliver a satisfying viewing experience, either as a work of erotica or as a piece of narrative cinema.

While the film's premise and cast hold promise, its execution falls short, resulting in a tepid and unmemorable viewing experience. For those seeking a more satisfying adult cinema experience, it may be best to look elsewhere.