Rowdy Girls (Unrated Edition)

I didn't think the story was that bad, and of-course the scenery was great! It's got some action, some humor, and the scenes are unpredictable and keep you amazed at the spontaneity.

THOSE GUYS WHO RATED THIS MOVIE AND SAID THE PRODUCER SHOULD OF TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF JULIE STRAIN AND SHANNON TWEED IN A LESBIAN SCENE, OBVIOUSLY DOESN'T KNOW THEIR WESTERN HISTORY; AND DISTORTS WHAT MOST FOLK ASSOCIATE WITH THE WILD WEST; GUN FIGHTS, BANK ROBBERIES, STAGECOACH ROBBERIES; TRAIN ROBBERIES,, HANGINGS,, BARS, AND SALOON GIRLS,,,COME ON GUYS,, WHOEVER HEARD OF LESBIANS OUT WEST IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY,, SURE THERE PROBABLY WERE SOME,, BUT COME ON,,, NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THAT IN A WESTERN..;AT LEAST I DON'T; ;. IT SPOILS THE PLOT; THE THEME OF THE OLD WEST I GREW UP SEEING,AND LOVING;, WITH WAGON TRAIN,, BONANZA, GUNSMOKE,, ETC,,, I PERSONALLY LOVE THE MOVIE,, AND GIVE IT 5 STARS PLUS RATING,,, WAY TO GO JULIE AND SHANNON...

Alas, poor Troma! We should all salute Lloyd Kaufman and Michael Hertz for their selfless dedication and their willingness to act as a lightening rod for the insults heaped upon bad cinema! It takes an awful lot of verve to dedicate your life to making and distributing films like "The Toxic Avenger," "Terror Firmer," and this schlock epic, "Rowdy Girls." It takes an awful lot of guts to stand up and brag about making and distributing films like "The Toxic Avenger," "Terror Firmer," and this schlock epic, "Rowdy Girls." It takes an awful lot of missed lithium treatments to attach your name for all posterity to movies like "The Toxic Avenger," "Terror Firmer," and this schlock epic, "Rowdy Girls." Brazen, tacky, shrill, pathetic--all of these terms, and a few better left unsaid in a public forum, apply to Kaufman and company for passing off yet another piece of dreck, another heap of steaming refuse, as a legitimate motion picture. If there is an omniscient, omnipresent deity somewhere in this wide-open universe, that being must surely have a very special fate in store for anyone remotely associated with "Rowdy Girls."

Shannon Tweed. Julie Strain. Some blonde with the acting skills of a cow chip. This is the magical triumvirate that makes "Rowdy Girls" what it truly aspires to be: silicone enhanced refuse. Cast your mind back, if you dare, to the western part of the United States in the late 19th century. Three women endowed with saucy attitudes, toting firearms, and sporting enough plastic surgery to keep all the cosmetic quacks in Los Angeles in BMWs for a decade embark on a heartfelt mission to survive in a man's world. No mere rubes, these three, oh no. One girl is a prostitute with a plan to head west with a sack of money. Another girl is the lover of a dumb desperado who robs stagecoaches. The third gal is a southern dumbbelle who wishes to go to San Francisco to seek her fortune, whether she is married or not. Hijinks ensue, lots of hijinks. Tweed dresses up as a nun and spews forth a lot of saucy language decidedly risqué for a lady of the church. Strain cracks her bullwhip and swigs tequila. Cow chip girl still cannot act. A grade Z George Strait intermittently appears to move the narrative along with a jingle and a jangle. Somewhere, a message lurks just below the surface, waiting for us to discover its innermost meaning. What is that message? It is a message that differs from viewer to viewer. Some might hear its whisper and remember to call their mother to express their love. Some detect its dulcet tones and may volunteer for charity work. I heard its call and learned to better police my DVD rental habits.

O Tempora! O Mores! Only in this sad world could such a monument to human stupidity rear its ugly head! "Rowdy Girls" slouches towards Bethlehem and woe unto those near a movie theater in Bethlehem. Woe unto me for sticking it out until the closing credits of "Rowdy Girls." I fear I will always carry the scars horrifically etched on my brain by watching this film. Do not make the same mistake I did; run, run as far and as fast as your feet will carry you away from this film. Read a book, take a stroll through the forest, hug a loved one, pet a dog, or check your navel for lint--do something other than put this DVD in your player. If you love life, you will listen to my sage advice. Remember: Tweed. Strain. Some blonde with the acting skills of a cow chip. What else do I have to say to get you to avoid this movie?

Not content with merely presenting the picture, Troma decided to punch up the DVD release with the usual plethora of extras. Lots of stuff on the goodies screen, from interviews with a topless Strain, trailers for other Troma films, and a tour of Troma's studio. If you have seen a Troma disc in the past, you have a good idea what sorts of extras appear here. Better you should watch the extras and skip the film! That way, you might, just might, emerge from this experience still able to count from one to twenty on your fingers and toes, comb your own hair, and help pick out your clothes in the morning. I think I have done all I can here. It is up to you to take heed and not make the same mistake I made. Please, people love you and don't want anything bad to happen to you!

There's an unwritten rule that all movie fans know: If you see the name Shannon Tweed in a movie's credits (she also co-produced this one) the movie will be garbage. Sure, you're guaranteed there'll be scenes of gratuitous nudity, but the movie itself will stink worse than Mickey Rourke after an all night bender.
THE ROWDY GIRLS is basically Troma's attempt to make a soft porn western, as the video slick says "Careful not to shoot your load!" Clever.
The plot: A prostitute and an unhappy bride (both Playmates) liberate themselves in the Wild West 1886; but are taken captive by another liberated, big breasted woman (Playmate) and her posse. After that not a lot happens, except this awful country-western balladeer keeps popping up for no discernable reason. ROWDY GIRLS also features the daftest clmactic shootout your'e ever likely to see.
Obviously this is not one of Troma's best, but they have made far worse (like FEMME FONTAINE and DEMENTED DEATH FARM MASSACRE which I also recommend for guys who like big breasts). I just hope (again) there's no sequel in the works. Actually Shannon Tweed's acting is OK in this, which is a big surprise. Still it could have been worse. It could have starred Ron Jeremy and Divine.

I have to say I was extremely disappointed in this movie. If you buyers out there are expecting to see great sex scenes from 3 former Playboy playmates, don't waste your money here. While I was a little amused at seeing Shannon Tweed nude, the acting in this movie was just horrible. There was no plot and it seemed like the lines to the movie were strung together by a high school play director. Miss Deanna Brooks couldn't act her way out of a shoe box, and what little nudity we see of her isn't enough to hide her acting skills. Her simulated sex scenes were a joke, which are surprising considering she used to be a nude dancer. You couldn't tell it here. I also wasn't impressed with Julie Strain's role as I have definitely seen her in better movies, and this seemed to have been a somewhat less than stellar career move for her. This movie looks like it was put together in less than a day for a shoestring budget. Don't waste your time watching this, and for sure don't buy it. I have a feeling we will be seeing some of these actors in a grocery store checkout line asking us if we want paper or plastic soon.