Candy Stripers (1978) Online

The naughty nurse remains one of the most enduring stock characters in erotica of all stripes. Trust the easy-going Bob Chinn, a formally trained UCLA film school graduate best known for his long-running Johnny Wadd series, to deliver the definitive dirty movie dissertation on the subject. Often imitated, sequelized and what not, when it comes to doctors, nurses and patients doing the horizontal mambo, the original CANDY STRIPERS knows no equal. Yet the recipe is simple, proving once more that the best things generally are : get lots of attractive people (not just by '70s standards either) and turn them loose on each other in an imagination-fueling setting – not a real hospital, as frequently assumed, but a very convincing sound stage – with a happy go lucky narrative structure punctuated with plentiful visual jokes and funny one-liners, the latter courtesy of Dean Rogers who penned the screenplays to the Sam Weston classics SEX WORLD and TALK DIRTY TO ME.

Opening with a bouncy title song (the handiwork of "John Long" a/k/a "Long John", actually two song writers who usually worked for Stu Segall, most memorably perhaps on TEENY BUNS), we watch our three candy stripers get ready for an honest day's work. Level-headed Pam (Amber Hunt) is already on the job bright 'n' early, mischievous little Sharon (baby-faced Nancy Hoffman) goes around pleasuring staff – watch for a youthful Richard Pacheco as the medic in the linen closet – seeing this is her last day and Cindy ("Montana" a/k/a Chris Cassidy) is running late as usual, taking time to make it a very good morning for boyfriend Joey Silvera. Sharon's trying to get the word out about her going away orgy planned that night and steer clear of the overbearing head nurse none too affectionately nicknamed "Sarge", played to the hilt by the magnificent Sharon Thorpe, who will of course let her hair down by the time the group climax – rightfully considered one of the best of its kind – rolls around. Nurses include Mimi Morgan (the pre-operative Eve from the Mitchell Bros. classic RESURRECTION OF EVE), who takes a licking from the infectiously enthusiastic Hoffman but keeps on ticking, and rarely seen Lauren Black, who was billed as "Lauren Brooks" on Jesse Pearson's haunting LEGEND OF LADY BLUE. Phaedra Grant, who played the Vietnam floozy in that same film, appears as the lady with the banana lodged in her nether regions, cue an all time lesbian liaison with the sympathetic Cassidy. Of course, the movie's most notorious for two oft-deleted fist insertions, finally re-instated as easter egg extras on Arrow's recent DVD incarnation. Awesome Amber takes the first of these, perpetrated by obscure stud Rock Steadie (frequently found in group scenes in Joe Sherman's MOMENTS OF LOVE and the Las Vegas episode of Bill Milling's first ALL American GIRLS), unforgettably scored with a song appropriately titled "It Hurts" ! Even more spectacular may be Nancy's double fister – don't worry, she has got tiny hands ! – on an accommodating Eileen Wells (the female rapist from Joanna Williams' sulfurous EXPENSIVE TASTES) as part of their threesome with Paul Thomas.

This is clearly one for true fans of fornication flicks, wall to wall flesh that may cause some to overlook just how well-made the movie really is. Sets and costumes perfectly perpetuate the fantasy in a genre known for taking short cuts since. John Williams, who also shot Chinn's unjustly overlooked TELEFANTASY, contributes a color scheme suggested by the candy doled out by our titular heroines and the editing effectively keeps the pace pumping until and thankfully including its orgy finale. Nitpicking naysayers may counter that the acting's not the greatest – a few line readings may actually make you groan – but they would be missing the point by about a mile. This is just about the happiest, horniest hardcore hospital you could ever hope to find. Now, if any of these girls would like to take my pulse…

To be honest, there was a so called remake a few years ago well forget it, if you have seen this one than the remake is a turkey, nothing to do with the original one, only the nurses that's all. Were the remake failed in all ways this one delivers. Let me first say, the remake was a horror turkey, this one has nothing to do with horror. In fact it's even a hard one to find, extremely hard, pardon my words. If you ever will find it then also be sure to catch the full uncut version. This flick is a XXX about deep-probing doctors and nasty nurses. You know what you will get, cum and dripping foxes. But what makes this XXX so delightful is the sentences used, it has humor in it with his one-liners. Don't turn it down, it still delivers the naked shots and they are in an for that time being beautifully shot, you will see all the nurses their instruments in full glory. So far so good but if you are able to find the uncut version then you are in for another treat. The state of the film is excellent, just like it is preserved up to today's standards. No scratches or hiss on the sound. But as said, what really made this movie a collector is the way in two scene's were they go fisting all the way, again in explicit way, and if that's not enough, one of the visitors take both hands inside. A must see if you are into 42nd XXX sleaze and exploitation. Bizarre.

In "The Seven Pillars of Wisdom," T. E. Lawrence describes in the simplest terms how the Turkish army treated him when he was their captive. "They handled me unspeakably." That could go for just about every character in "The Candy Stripers." They do everything unspeakable to one another. And speakable too.

Unabashed pornography from the Golden Age, of this film it can truly be said, they don't make 'em like this anymore. This was before glabrous became glamorous so every pore is exposed and examined in detail by the camera. If you can think of any part of the human body of either sex that is accessible to another, it is accessed. Follicle for follicle this is the equal of anything ever seen on celluloid.

I don't know about the guys but the women aren't that unattractive either. One of especially magnetic appearance goes under the name of "Amber Hunt." One can only imagine what it was before that -- some Czechoslovakian jawbreaker, I'll bet.

Not a soul in the film could act his or her way out of a paper bag, but does it really matter? Must they be able to act? It's like asking an Olympic weight lifter to sing an aria -- I don't know -- La Donna e Mobile? -- while he performs, completely irrelevant to the goings on. The significance of the act lies outside the realm of the aesthetic.

I can imagine a lot of people might find this pretty disgusting. Men, more than women, might find it erotic before it gets boring. I suppose it could be revolting. Who wants to watch two strangers, about whom we know absolutely nothing, grappling on a hospital bed? And suppose -- just suppose -- that people in real life started imitating what they witnessed on screen? Come to think of it, though, the consequences might not be as devastating as if they'd watched a marathon of Freddy Krueger movies. To each his own, in any case. This is a free country. Live and let live. De gustibus non disputandum est. One man's meat is another man's poisson. Honi soit qui mal y pense. And furthermore give me liberty or give me death.