This is a Spring Break party down movie until you mull things over…
Scientific studies have shown that women on the pill feel less sexy, are less interested in sex and enjoy sex less when they do have it.
The female lead Lilith fits this new archetype to a T. She’s ruthless, determined — and captivating.
Fashion houses adore women like this. Their diminished hormones make them feel less sexy, so they spend a fortune on alluring clothes to achieve that end: leather tights, scandalously short skirts and all the glam a flawless physique like that can handle.
Lilith shines like a goddess compared to the sundry homegirl coeds in this flick. The curvy plain Jane babes are actually everything a stud could ask for: buxom, punch drunk and ready for some heavy petting.
The guys always go for what they can’t get, though; and Lilith is definitely way out of their league.
It’s good for the soul to watch a low budget direct-to-video movie like this now and then. The acting is solid. The sets are realistic — maybe too much so. The whole feel is very much like the drunken sexual excesses of college with the blase’ apartments, the late night pool parties and the brews flowing like there’s no tomorrow.
All the while, the rich boys flaunt their stuff. The pretty girls flock to their lavish parties and mount their millionaire toys just like materialistic girls always do.
Lilith wrecks the party every time, though.
The college dame on the pill always wears less and wants more – and she gets it.
Her superficial view of romance (like, what guy won’t say “I love you” if that’s what it takes to get in your pants) and her raw jealousy are not something you see any more where metrosexuality, hormonal imbalance and “friends with benefits” have blurred the line between romance, fun and honest devotion.
For all the evil in Lilith the symbol and Lilith the vengeful broad who’s been jilted, it’s hard not to be nostalgic for bygone days when women weren’t afraid of their hormones and men weren’t afraid of her hormones either.
