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Five
shocking tales of very good girls doing
very bad things. |
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At
the party, as Riff tries to get Joyce
drunk, Freddy announces it’s time
to play a game of Sardines where the
person who draws the lowest card has to
run around in the dark and try to
identify as many people as he/she can.
And what does this have to do
with sardines? Uhm? Let me get back to
you on that... |
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Out
in the parking lot, Lisa finds a rather
greasy looking character decked out in a
black leather jacket. Riding a tripped
out Olds, he revs up the engine, trying
to impress the chicks. And
you know what the say about guys with
ostentatious cars, right? E'yup. They're
over-compensating for the size of their *ahem*
"stick shifts"... |
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The
teen gang joyously celebrate the wreck
by shot-gunning some beers and jamming
out to the Beau Brummels. As the scene
degenerates into a mud-slinging orgy and
wrestling match, Pete suggests that
they push on into Hainesville and stir
up a little trouble. And get into some
trouble they do... |
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Ed
Wood Jr. pulls out all the stops with
this one. It's got everything: Good
girls gone bad, oblivious parents, co-ed
pajama parties, thrill-seekers,
thrill-killers, communists, girls in
prison and illegitimate babies -- not to
mention the prerequisite juvenile
delinquents and the more than ample
push-up bras... |
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Cassandra
begins running with his crowd -- the
wrong crowd. They meet and smoke reefer.
And at first she resists, but eventually
she caves to pressure and tokes up with
a typical cinematic marihuana reaction:
Hysterical giggling followed by a
vacant, glassy stare -- which is totally
unbelievable because not one of them
ever gets the munchies... |
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