

The Basics: A middle-aged father gets cozy with the family babysitter and pays her a little extra for her trouble, if you get my drift. This, in turn, sparks the genius idea of turning out all her teenage babysitter friends into one big weird suburban ring of horny dads and nubile, jail-bait hookers.
What's the Deal? Seriously, what ever happened to the sluts of the '70s? No scantily-clad high school vixen back then seemed to have any angst about hopping into a van and just doing it with some older guy. It all seemed free and easy in those exploitation movies. Today's trash-films to want to cluck their collective tongue and worry about the welfare of its girls gone wild. I say MAKE A DECISION, FILMMAKERS. You either have morals or you don't. Stop being gross and then apologizing for it. That's somehow even grosser.
Another Decision That Would Have Been Nice: Is this Risky Business or is it a sad coming-of-age-all-wrong tale? Because again, just like you can't have your Lolita and then be all sorry about it, you can't have comedy that keeps on telling you how unfunny the joke is. <
Whom to Blame: John Leguizamo, producer and star.
Extra Bonus Ick: Cynthia Nixon's in it. And she's WAY TOO COOL for this crap. I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt and assuming the script was something entirely else until filming and editing began.
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