We don't mean to speak ill of the dead, but Joe D'Amato's style of shooting sex -- zooming back and forth from a stationary tripod -- is about as outdated as using flintlock rifles would be at Kosovo. The basic appeal of his movies was (and remains) recta-licious Euro-babes romping seductively in Euro-locations, pure and simple.
In this scense, College Girl is a success. The usual contrived nonsense about a rocky marriage and horny house guests make up the plot, which thankfully crumbles under the weight of its many gratuitious sex scenes. Olivia is a real looker, with hypnotic eyes to match her flawless body (frequently seen in the company of various dicks in her various orifices). It's all fluff, without much authentic passion, but what fluff!