The Roommates
The Roommates
R | 01 March 1973 (USA)
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Looking to spend a swinging summer at Lake Arrowhead, Carla, Beth, Brea, Heather, and Heather's cousin Paula head to the picturesque hills for a little R&R... but a pall soon casts over the girls' sunny vacation when a mysterious murderer begins picking off the lake's bevy of beauties. Can the killer be stopped before the coeds' summer fun ends in blood-spattered chaos?

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Kailansorac Clever, believable, and super fun to watch. It totally has replay value.
ThrillMessage There are better movies of two hours length. I loved the actress'performance.
Invaderbank The film creates a perfect balance between action and depth of basic needs, in the midst of an infertile atmosphere.
Allison Davies The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.
Brian T. Whitlock (GOWBTW) The 1970's was known for the drive-in sexploitation films. This one is just right for anyone who is nostalgia oriented. It's one of the few before "Meatballs","Little Darlings", or "Porky's". But in return, it's before the time of slasher films. So there's more sex, than comedy. And a touch of drama to go along with. Here you have four beautiful women, along with a cousin who work at a camp, meeting different people. Making love. Having fun. Pure and simple. However, that fun is about to come undone, when a mysterious figure starts killing people. One blonde was being chased by a biker who decided to stay behind at the party. She only met her end by a female figure with a knife. Then more victims are killed in different matter. A water skier is sniped by the same person. But after all what the ladies have been through, they managed to have a fun summer. Seems like anything or everything goes in that place. This is a cult classic that should be recognized by movie goers. It's a mixture of sex, intrigue, and surprise. I like it very much. 3 out of 5 stars.
Scott LeBrun Carla (Marki Bey), Heather (Pat Woodell), Beth (Roberta Collins), and Brea (Laurie Rose) are four absolutely lovely young co-eds who head to the community of Lake Arrowhead for some R & R. The story mostly consists of their amorous adventures, while the activities of a psycho on the prowl form a major subplot.Written by director Arthur Marks and actor John Durren (who plays the small role of Socks the biker), this is good, straightforward exploitation entertainment that has its cake and eats it too. By that, this viewer means that Marks & Durren combine some enlightened sexual politics - the four main characters are independent women who know their own minds - with diversions of the far more lurid kind. The script has some surprising wit going for it, although there are some pretty silly lines as well. The assets of the female cast are stressed whenever the opportunity presents itself. Also, our actresses are engaging and intelligent as well as being fine eye candy. Bey, in particular, shines.Many of the men in this series of episodes are not exactly portrayed in the most flattering light. Lee (Ben Pfeiffer) is especially sleazy, the kind of guy who has no more need for a woman once he's gotten what he wants from her. David Moses is very likable as Mike, the rural cop who becomes instantly smitten with Carla (you can't blame him).This is a very nicely shot movie that is simply gorgeous in more ways than one; Harry J. May performed the cinematography duties.Look for appearances by Connie Strickland as a victim of the killer, and Juanita Brown & Uschi Digard in the orgy scene.Seven out of 10.
Woodyanders Heather, Beth, Carla, Brea, and Heather's cousin Paula are five lovely and carefree young ladies who decide to spend their summer vacation at Lake Arrowhead. While at Lake Arrowhead the women hit the local party circuit and get involved with various guys in the area. Things go awry when the gals find themselves the targets of a mysterious murderer.Director Arthur Marks, who also co-wrote the racy script with John Durren, keeps the eventful and entertaining story moving along at a zippy pace, neatly captures the breezy'n'easy vibe of the 70's swinging singles scene, maintains an engagingly playful and lighthearted sensibility for the first two thirds between switching to a more serious and gritty tone in the last third, delivers a satisfying smattering of tasty female nudity, and pulls out all the exciting stops for a wild climactic shooting spree. Moreover, it's acted with tremendous charm and zest by a topflight cast of 70's exploitation cinema starlets: Pat Woodell as the snippy Heather, the always delightful Roberta Collins as the sassy Beth, Marki Bey as the sharp and spirited Carla, an especially vibrant and personable Laurie Rose as the perky Brea, and Christina Hart as the bubbly Paula. In addition, there are sturdy contributions from Barbara Fuller as the bitter Sylvie, David Moses as the friendly Mike, and Ken Scott as smooth womanizing cad Marty. Connie Strickland has a small role as the ill-fated Alice while Uschi Digard pops up (and out) for a quick topless cameo. Harry J. May's sunny cinematography provides an attractive bright look. The funky-chillin' music hits the get-down groovy spot. A really fun flick.
The Hoyk Okay, right off the bat, this is not one of the better exploitation movies, even by the reliable standards of Arthur Marks as director. (See DETROIT 9000 or BONNIE'S KIDS or his numerous TV show episodes for evidence of his good work) But it's strangely endearing, despite the fact that it takes nearly half an hour for the actual plot of the movie to begin. Four very lovely, vivacious, and unrealistically loquacious college girls (five, if you count the visiting cousin) are off to their summer jobs. Despite the title, we rarely see any actual footage of any of these girls co-habitating. Then again, Bette Davis loved to point out that there were no whales in THE WHALES OF AUGUST, so what's in a title? And naturally, since this is the swingin' '70's, all those jobs put them in the vicinity of eligible men. So for the first half hour, it plays like a reasonably harmless, fluffy, "what I did last summer" romp. Then, two reels in, things take a curve, because people start getting killed. And by the rigid movie law governing murder mysteries, somebody, be it one of the babes or one of the beaus, is responsible. Of course, that little detail doesn't get in the way of the girls' continuing drive to party. In short, by our standards of irony, this movie is review-proof: you're going to be watching this for hot girls and archaic sexual mores, and you'll get 'em. I kinda wonder if Quentin Tarantino has seen this film and is a fan of it. He did acquire Marks' DETROIT 9000 for reissue, and his script for FROM DUSK TILL DAWN also starts out as one kind of movie and changes into another. I wouldn't be surprised if my hunch turned out correct.