Chris Collins (Lance Sloan) is your typical southern Cal horny teen movie doofus: handsomely blonde, lives in a well-appointed house (apparently by himself) and drives a fancy convertible. Chris is also on the verge of 18, and the only girls he scores with are in his fertile imagination.

Where the mind ejaculation ends and reality begins doesn't really count for testosterone in this film, since Chris' mind play takes the viewer on the teetering edge of slobbering sexual insanity. Meaning, we actually have a soft sex film that delivers on all counts. Pretty girls, sexy situations and ample nudity – none of this topless-only fast glimpse stuff, but full figured girls in dazzling, lingering nakedness.

The story has Chris trying to hook up with the new cutie in school, Beth (Kimberly Evenson) who also happens to be a minister's daughter – like trying a suicide squeeze with a two-strike count. Chris winds up doing what every guy since Adam has done – he conjures up every fathomable situation where he can get Beth to take her clothes off. The enjoyable part of it all is that we're let in on the wilds of Chris' mental libido. To add a little meaningful anxiety, Chris finds himself locked in a school bet where he either scores with Beth or loses his car.

This is an interesting counterpoint film to Wimps since this is where I thought Chuck Vincent was heading when he did Preppies. Wimps falls apart when it comes to sex.

The Big Bet doesn't.