The good news is that Ginger Lynn is steadily honing her mainstream acting skills.  The bad news is that perennial klunkers like Vice Academy will continue to dangle the likes of Ginger Lynn hoping that someone, anyone these days still falls off a turnip truck and into a video store on a come on.  Count me in there as one of those rubes from the sticks with high hopes and a video club card.

Vice Academy, a humor-impaired, distaff version of Police Academy, thrusts blushing undercover academyettes, Linney Quigley and Karen Russell as painted, tainted tootsies into the miasmi of porno films and prostitution.  As original (ahem) as that premise is, you’d expect something a little more slick than the predictable nice-girls-trying-to-be-sluts gags that you find in any standard Chuck Vincent play book.  Next, you figure there’s got to be T & A all over the place what with a body count of at least forty high-heeled babes in the cast. Wrong-o. Does the viewer ever get snookered in that transaction?

So what’s left?  Acting?  Come on, now. Lynn, as the pampered daughter of a police captain is pretty good but virtually invisible after the opening scenes.  Quigley might seriously consider striking this credit out of her film bibliography (she had better go back to splatter films before she sullies her reputation), and Karen Russell, visually, the next best thing to Betsy Russell is a treasure left, alas and alack, to rot on the tight skirt vine. Interestingly, Stephanie Bishop (better known as the tattooed Viper of adult film fame) runs away with the movie in her cameo as the hard-as-Swedish-vanadium-steel-hex nuts porno film director.  If you look hard enough, you find something good in everything. Be advised, though. You’ll wind up with your own set of Clint Eastwood crows feet squinting from all the looking you’ll do in Vice Academy.