Scared Topless (2015)

Scared Topless is the kind of cheeky midnight movie that knows exactly what it is: a playful mash-up of haunted-house hijinks and unapologetic, wink-at-the-camera erotic comedy, guided by Jim Wynorski’s seasoned B-movie showman instincts. The vibe is breezy and rowdy rather than scary-scary, with a game, attractive cast leaning into the absurdity as the paranormal turns the temperature up and the logic down. If you’re in the mood for something light, silly, and knowingly naughty—more “laugh with a drink” than “white-knuckle horror”—it delivers an easy, entertaining ride. It’s not for viewers looking for subtlety or genuine chills, but for fans of sexploitation-flavored comedy-horror, it’s a gleeful little romp.

Scared Topless is clearly aiming for a cheeky, B-movie mashup of haunted-house horror and sex-farce comedy, with a thin mystery/romance veneer to keep things moving. The problem is it plays far more like a low-budget softcore romp with spooky window dressing than a real horror-comedy, so if you came for clever scares, sharp jokes, or even a coherent plot, you’ll likely feel misled and bored. Dialogue and performances are often rough, and the story is basically an excuse to bounce from one suggestive bit to the next rather than build tension or laughs. If you’re specifically in the mood for campy, sleazy Wynorski-style nonsense and don’t care about quality control, you might get a few guilty chuckles—but most viewers expecting an actual movie will want to spend their time elsewhere.