Directed by:
Rick SloaneScreenplay:
Rick SloaneCinematography:
Stephen Ashley BlakeComposer:
Alan DerMarderosianCast:
Linnea Quigley, Ginger Lynn, Tamara Clatterbuck, Ken Abraham, Jean Carol, Daran Norris, Karen Russell, Allison Barron, Stephen Steward, Jacquie Gould (more)Plots(1)
Didi (Linnea Quigley) and Holly (Ginger Lynn Allen) are the new breed of Vice Academy recruits; two sexy, super-charged femmes fatales who are spicing up the streets. Though a little short on brawn and proper polite procedure, they'll do almost anything to make graduation. Going undercover to break up a porno ring, a drug connection and a notorious house of prostitution, these rookies have all the seductive attributes to keep themselves above suspicion, but not out of trouble. It's a comedy of sexy shenanigans as the girls bungle their way through their cases. Didi falls for a hunk porno star while Holly needs her Police Chief father to help her pin two derelict drug dealers. They join forces to make a clean sweep of the underworld, but their valiant efforts may make them miss their own graduation. (official distributor synopsis)
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Vice Academy can only dream of being so bad that it’s good. It is just breathtakingly awful. When they try to make a joke in the movie that porn screenplays have a maximum of twelve pages, it’s most likely a moment of self-reflection, because it's hard to imagine that Sloane would sweat out something so lengthy. That’s despite the fact that most of the runtime is filled with blather resulting from on-the-spot improvisation instead of from actual scripted dialogue. However, it is worth paying tribute to some of the actors, particularly Linnea Quigley, who is, as always, incomprehensibly enthusiastic and full of energy. In spite of the surprising zeal of the actors, however, a bizarre and obscure contribution to the slow-cinema trend was created. The individual scenes are so static and drawn-out that it is ingenious in its own way. I wondered at times if Rick Sloane was Béla Tarr’s commercial pseudonym. It turned out that it was not, because even the films of the Hungarian art-cinema master are funnier than this attempt at comedy. However, it is necessary to acknowledged that the shabby locations (the highlight of which is the transformation of a warehouse into a labyrinth simply by arranging some cardboard boxes) and some of the ways of setting up gags when the production didn’t have the means to do it are actually pretty comical.
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