Sweater Girls is a prudish teenage sex comedy directed by Don (The Forest) Jones. Like many teenage sex comedies of the era, it’s set in the ‘50s. However, ‘50s nostalgia can only carry you so far. You’ve got to have a few laughs, or at least some skin in there to justify its existence. As it turns out, those hoping for the latter will be sorely disappointed as this hews closer to American Graffiti than Porky’s. There is a smattering of T and A, but while it’s probably enough to meet the qualifications of the genre, it won’t be enough to appease fans of the genre itself.
A group of teenage girls are getting tired of their horndog boyfriends always trying to make it with them at the drive-in. To get back at the boys, the form the “Sweater Girls Club”, and make a virtuous pact to “save it” for marriage. The guys get wind of their secret meeting and set out to crash the party and rescue the gals from their virtue.
As sex comedies go, Sweater Girls is rather tame, and it’s not exactly laugh out loud funny either. If anything, it’s more of a hangout movie as the scenes of the clueless boyfriends playing basketball, getting drunk, and drag racing kind of ramble on and go around in circles. In fact, it seems like the guys get just as much, if not more, screen time than the ladies in the cast, which is especially perplexing since the film is called Sweater Girls and not Drunken Teenage Guys. (Their run-ins with a clueless cop who keeps confiscating all their beer get old real fast.)
The portions of the film that do concentrate on the gals pledging to keep their chastity aren’t exactly anything to write home about either. The scenes of their house party are much too demure, even when the guys finally show up, chase them around and drag them fully clothed into bathtubs. Overall, Sweater Girls is just too buttoned up to be much fun.
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