Ridiculous yet irrepressibly fun, The Last American Virgin rivals Porky's as perhaps the raunchiest sex comedy of the '80s. Each scene careens from one teen copulation -- aborted or completed -- to another, with only the barest of plots to connect them all. It's uttelry absurd, and yet it has one of the best soundtracks ever put to film. Trust me!
A shocking must-avoid. Sharon Stone at her worst (and that's bad!). An awful, ill-conceived idea, remade from an equally bad 1980 John Cassavetes film by the same name. None of these phrases quite gets across the horror that is Gloria, a film that has to resort to Sharon Stone's cleavage to move copies of the video (see the box cover if you don't believe me). Sadly, said cleavage is -- by far -- the best part of this film, a pedestrian remake of a Cassavetes movie regarding a brazen, New Yoikah ex-con (Stone "If yah evah luvved me...") and her charge, a little boy on the run from the mob. Yech.