Judy DeWitt
- Pam
- (uncredited)
Ken Scudder
- Lou
- (uncredited)
Joey Silvera
- Joe
- (uncredited)
Mimi Zuber
- Girl Answering Phone
- (uncredited)
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A time-honored theme in vintage sex flicks, losing your virginity gets a slapdash treatment in TEENAGE BIRTHDAY BALL. Miles from the incredible depucellation scene in something like Henri Pachard's BABYLON PINK, this SF sleeper even makes Shaun Costello's similarly tossed-off KATHY'S GRADUATION PRESENT look thrilling by comparison.
Film centers around our protagonist's sweet 16 celebration - characters' legality within the narrative being of far less concern back then than it is today - where she mentions to her friends she's still a virgin (not that she doesn't have some experience, as she demonstrates with a smorgasbord of vibrators in her bedroom). That's all it takes to send the other two, over the course of a scenic, post-dubbed walk along San Francisco's Fisherman's Wharf, conspiring to pick up a trio of guys and rid our heroine of her pesky maidenhead. To perform the job, they select decades-long hardcore mainstay Joey Silvera, THUNDERCRACK! Star Ken Scudder, and the comparatively lesser-known Jeff Lyle. The two more precocious girls attempt to instigate an orgy at our heroine's party (apparently it's birthday *week* around here), but she balks, running out after barely touching her lips to one guy's penis! The men retreat for some R&R at a nearby motel, where they all relax naked in the pool (a familiar location from other SF sex films like THE HEALTH SPA, JANE BOND, THE INVITATION, and LITTLE ANGEL PUSS), before the three girls show up again. Our lead still isn't ready to give up her innocence, but the men decide she's going to accept their birthday gift whether she wants to or not...
Mainly notable only for the rather tasteless note it ends on - not all that shocking for '70s porn, but still the kind of forced coercion scenario that comes off as icky rather than liberating today - there's not much else to write home about regarding TEENAGE BIRTHDAY BALL. No one is given a character to play (if the protagonist or her friends had names, I can hardly remember), and there's no story - just a series of proficient-enough sex scenes strung together until the requisite hour has been reached. Presence of the aforementioned male performers is of marginal interest; the female cast remains largely unknown, and with good cause.
Film centers around our protagonist's sweet 16 celebration - characters' legality within the narrative being of far less concern back then than it is today - where she mentions to her friends she's still a virgin (not that she doesn't have some experience, as she demonstrates with a smorgasbord of vibrators in her bedroom). That's all it takes to send the other two, over the course of a scenic, post-dubbed walk along San Francisco's Fisherman's Wharf, conspiring to pick up a trio of guys and rid our heroine of her pesky maidenhead. To perform the job, they select decades-long hardcore mainstay Joey Silvera, THUNDERCRACK! Star Ken Scudder, and the comparatively lesser-known Jeff Lyle. The two more precocious girls attempt to instigate an orgy at our heroine's party (apparently it's birthday *week* around here), but she balks, running out after barely touching her lips to one guy's penis! The men retreat for some R&R at a nearby motel, where they all relax naked in the pool (a familiar location from other SF sex films like THE HEALTH SPA, JANE BOND, THE INVITATION, and LITTLE ANGEL PUSS), before the three girls show up again. Our lead still isn't ready to give up her innocence, but the men decide she's going to accept their birthday gift whether she wants to or not...
Mainly notable only for the rather tasteless note it ends on - not all that shocking for '70s porn, but still the kind of forced coercion scenario that comes off as icky rather than liberating today - there's not much else to write home about regarding TEENAGE BIRTHDAY BALL. No one is given a character to play (if the protagonist or her friends had names, I can hardly remember), and there's no story - just a series of proficient-enough sex scenes strung together until the requisite hour has been reached. Presence of the aforementioned male performers is of marginal interest; the female cast remains largely unknown, and with good cause.
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