Andrew reviews the underrated Jack Hill sex comedy.
In 1974, el-sleazo t&a
auteur turned feminist filmmaker Jack Hill, best known for the likes of such Blaxploitation
classics as Coffy and Foxy Brown followed by revenge feminist
flicks such as Switchblade Sisters, offered
up a seemingly bawdy loose comedy sequel to The
Cheerleaders with what is arguably his least seen and most underrated work
to date, The Swinging Cheerleaders. Billed initially as an exploitation skin
flick about a college student who goes undercover in the cheerleading squad of
the fictional Mesa University for her term paper on how cheerleading exploits
and degrades women, the film is an ensemble countercultural piece that
successfully eviscerates the collegiate free love movement dominating
universities at the time, suggesting all the jock infested male gazing of
football coaches and players and female empowerment that comes with it are not
without eventual consequences. Much like
the eventual mid-80s comedy classic Fast
Times at Ridgemont High, it deals with budding female sexuality and
exploitation realistically by presenting a cavalcade of well written strong
female characters in search of their own identity against a male dominated
world and as such is an oddly prescient anti-establishment work ripe for
rediscovery.
Arguably a teen sex comedy
as sexual politics, the film features spunky Jo Johnston as the titular
undercover journalist while playing off of her fellow cheerleading squadmates
plaed by Rainbeaux Smith, future Playboy playmate Rosanne Katon and Colleen
Camp. On the surface it looks like
another titillating parade of female nudity concerning precocious and voluptuous
beauties but Jack Hill illustrates each character’s identities and dilemmas so
well it inarguably becomes one of the strongest feminist works in his brief but
still enduring filmography. Dealing with
fixed football games, police corruption including but not limited to the
shooting of an unarmed black man, fraternity sexploitation and post-Vietnam War
drug addicted college hippies, this raunchy sex comedy has far more on its mind
than mere carnality. Like John Waters’
transgressive Female Trouble, it too
slyly draws from Citizen Kane’s shot
arrangement and framing and becomes a blistering social critique. Championed by Quentin Tarantino, you can also
see traces of Russ Meyer and what would eventually become Death Proof with the ensemble dialogue and spunky characterizations.

Paul Feig could learn a
thing or two from Jack Hill, who offers up a critique of the chauvinistic male
dominated college sports arena without becoming outright misandrist. A girl power movie with a Hell of a
difference, The Swinging Cheerleaders judged
by its cover looks like another Jess Franco sexploitation but upon closer
inspection carries more relevance with it today than it likely did upon initial
release. This could well have, like the
film’s creepy and double-crossing coach, ogled at the short skirted and tall
socked cheerleaders. Instead it presents
them as three dimensional characters we come to care about and stand up for
themselves in a world Hell bent on objectifying them. While the years since its inception have
softened the raunchiness of it (though the film does push some boundaries in a
few areas), the cool and confident attitudes of its ensemble female cast has
only grown stronger with age. Yes you
can write this off as another college sex comedy but of the ones that have come
and gone over the years, this one holds up remarkably well for presenting a
gang of beautiful, intelligent young women who simply put are mad as hell and
are not going to take it anymore!
Score:
- Andrew Kotwicki