Screwballs (1983)

Screwballs is a time capsule of early-’80s teen comedy at its most shamelessly goofy: broad gags, bright bikinis, and a relentless commitment to juvenile mischief that feels like it was engineered for late-night viewing with your brain turned off. It’s less a story you follow than a vibe you surrender to—loud, cartoonish, and cheerfully inappropriate, with a cast of exaggerated archetypes and a parade of sight gags that never pretend to be tasteful. If you’re in the mood for a classic T&A romp that wears its guilty-pleasure status like a badge, it delivers exactly what it promises. If you’re looking for wit, warmth, or anything resembling subtlety, this one will probably feel like detention.

Screwballs is trying to be a shameless, anything-goes teen sex farce in the Porky’s-era mold, built on nonstop dirty gags and broad caricatures rather than story. The problem is that the humor leans heavily on misogynistic, mean-spirited “boys will be boys” antics that have aged like milk, and the filmmaking is so cheap and scattershot that even fans of raunch often find it more tiring than funny. If you’re looking for an actual plot, clever comedy, or anything resembling modern sensibilities, this will likely feel plotless, sleazy, and aggressively juvenile. The only real appeal is as a time-capsule of early-’80s exploitation comedy—if that’s your niche and your tolerance for offensive material is high, you might get a few guilty laughs, but most viewers will just feel their time being wasted.