Superstarlet A.D.

I'm all for sex and violence in films but very bad acting and bad dialog should not be allowed. I saw this film on TV, thank God I didn't pay money to see it.

The only thing good about the movie is the beautiful women, stockings and vintage undergarment. If you are the type that enjoys old Playboy books, this makes it just barely worth watching.

I like a little "slap and tickle", but there has to be at least a little substance behind it.

I've never put in a review before but felt I had to for this one. I actually had to go to this site (IMBD) to see if it was a real movie.

You'll love this flick if your head doesn't explode while viewing! A thrill ride of black and white images with bursts of exploding reds to tickle your gonads and fondle your funny-bone. Bona-fide freak direcktor/writer: JMM(The Sore Losers, Shine On Sweet Starlet, Teenage Tupelo) and producer/asst. director: Emmy Collins(HeadShot, Jack the Dipper, 'Cept Jim) wallop the viewer once again with a film so convoluted you'll hope it never ends.

Can't hardly wait for their next epic!!

Once again, J Michael McCarthy has delivered a funny, titillating, strangely poignant cinematic comic book vision of the apocalypse. For JMM, this happened in about 1966, and I tend to agree. Superstarlet A.D. is set in Femmephis, where men have reverted to Neanderthals, and the only clothes that were strong enough to survive the apocalypse are vintage womens' undergarments. There are three beauty cults: redheads, blonds, and brunettes who are constantly in a petty, backstabbing war of gossip, snide insults and occasional murder. Except for the Superstarlets, whose members consist of all hair colors. Their mission is to seek out their ancestral stag reels of their grandmothers in the many decaying movie theaters. Everybody hates them, but they love each other.

Even if you don't usually go in for this kind of high-brow sci-fi kind of stuff, Superstarlet's worth it for it's views on American culture. Most of the dialog is actually voice-overs by the Superstarlets. These consist of esoteric essays which philosophize poetically on things that made America great when it was. These internal monologs are way to funny to ever come across as didactic, though. And the sight of beautiful women in vintage bras, panties, stockings, and high heels, carrying machine guns while they explore broken down movie theaters provides more than enough eye candy.

Troma's DVD packaging itself rates about two and a half stars. The movie is presented full frame instead of the slight letterboxing the 16mm footage deserves. There are, however, a short interview from what looks like a public access show, and a news piece on JMM. There are also a photo gallery and a couple of other cast and crew interviews, and a director commentary, where JMM expounds on his motto of : Never get permission, shoot until they make you stop, and deny everything later. Unless it's an easter egg I didn't find, the original teaser film advertised on the package is nowhere to be found, though.

But if you're into truly independent filmmaking, vintage Americana, or hot looking babes, I strongly advise you to check this flick out!

Superstarlet AD brings you visions of a future full of primitive cavemen, Post apocalyptic beauty cults, the search for a historic burlesque film and a lot of topless women. This kinky and utterly bonkers sci-fi musical from Troma defies logic and pumps up the volume to 11. If you want good acting or a coherent story structure, give this one a miss... but if you want women in 50's lingerie holding guns and fighting over the crown, then this skeevy, and extremely funny skin-flick is all you need.

Congratulations. It takes effort to make an unwatchable movie with this many good-looking women fighting and making out in and out of their underwear. The movie is poorly written, extremely slow and largely nonsensical, but these are not the main problems. These are par for the Troma course.

No. The big problem is that this movie is EXTREMELY POMPOUS. That's right. The characters are constantly spewing long vapid soliloquies.

I gave it a 3, rather than a 1 for the above-mentioned good-looking women living in a world where "there are no more clothes". I also give them credit for trying to make something good. Unfortunately, they did not pull it off.