The title of this cheaply
made exploitation flick is enough to set expectations appropriately low, and,
indeed, the movie provides neither less nor more than the title promises. It’s
a crude, dumb picture about a pretty 17-year-old whose conflicted attitudes
about sex lead to trouble. Los Angeles teen Vicki (Therese Pare) works as a
babysitter for middle-class families, but as soon as her employers leave her
alone, she invites her boyfriend, Robert (Roscoe Born), into the employers’ houses
for long makeout sessions. Unlike her loose friends, Vicki won’t go all the
way, so Robert’s frustrated. One evening, Vicki invites several friends to a
house where she’s working, and during the ensuing party, a male friend nearly
rapes Vicki. She flees, and the guy pursues her until Vicki runs into the path
of a car driven by Lorraine (Lydia Wagner), a grown-up who exits her car and
brandishes a gun to make the would-be rapist withdraw. Lorraine takes Vicki
home, offering the young woman a place to stay until she gets her head
together. One day, Lorraine leaves Vicki car keys and money, so Vicki hits the
town trying to act as sophisticated as her patron, with disastrous results
culminating in a close encounter with a pile of animal excrement. Then Vicki
discovers Lorraine is a hooker, which leads to the following priceless dialogue
from Lorraine: “No way was I training you to be a hooker—but I can teach you how to watch out for dog
shit!” That line paints a clear picture of where this picture’s at—Jailbait Babysitter is like a strange
hybrid of an Afterschool Special and a skin flick. It’s also extremely boring,
with terrible actors playing trite scenes against a backdrop of
bargain-basement production values. The smut factor is fairly low, mostly
comprising topless scenes, so Jailbait
Babysitter manages to simultaneously fail as erotica and melodrama. It’s
not the most shameful movie of its type, but that doesn’t mean it’s worthwhile.
Jailbait Babysitter: LAME
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