Our hero Spence has just graduated from college, is engaged, and is
headed for Yale Law if he can get a good recommendation from the senior
partner at the law firm where he's interning for the summer. He'd probably
be on his way to a prosperous but mundane life if not for his best friend Hogan, a complete
slacker whose entire goal in life is to bed as many "experienced" women as
possible. Needless to say, Spence's parents and girlfriend want him to cut
loose the Hogan anchor in order to achieve his full potential, but Spence is
not that kind of guy. He's willing to work hard and study his ass off and
even to suck up to disgusting law partners, but Hogan is his friend and
he decides to stick with him.
That was either a very good call on his part or a very bad one depending
on your attitude toward what happens next. Hogan realizes that there are
plenty of other young guys like him who want the unlimited recreational and
commitment-free sex available from horny older women, and he knows from
personal experience that there are thousands of horny older women who would
love to reciprocate the attention they would get from those young men. There
could be a lot of profit to be made by anyone who can find a way to bring the
two groups together for sportfuckin'. So Hogan talks Spence into forming
Cougar Club, in which they charge the male members an annual fee which gives
them access to debauched parties organized by our heroes and featuring the
older women.
The lads do well. Too well. They make money hand over fist, but
complications ensue when some of their Cougars (predatory older women) turn
out to be the
wives of their law firm's partners. Whoa! That could kill that ol'
recommendation letter, eh? Further complications arise when the police come
to believe that what they are doing is dangerously close to pimping, and
they are arrested. Of course, you know that things will eventually work out
in this kind of film.
The two leads are basically unknowns, albeit likeable enough young guys.
To offset the anonymity factor, Cougar Club follows the familiar path used
by 1980's B-movies to generate marketing topspin
by supplementing the obscure lead players with an endless string of
available familiar
names in cameos and bit parts. The cast is updated a bit from the 80s, since
the old stand-bys like Charo, Joe E Ross, Phil Silvers and Foster Brooks are
no longer available, but there are plenty of replacements available.
Faye Dunaway has a small role.
Joe Mantagna plays
the "Dean Wormer" character, the senior partner in the law firm. Chyna the wrestler plays
the wife of one of the partners. Norm Crosby, now elderly but once the
master of the comic malaprop, has one or two lines in an early scene. And so
on.
In this and many other ways, Cougar Club
shadows the "B" youthploitation films of the 1980s. If it could be a
1980s "A" movie, it would
be Risky Business, but it isn't an "A." It's more like a low-rent Golan-Globus copy
of Risky Business, filled with nobodies and has-beens and padded out with
gross-outs, gratuitous nudity, and Catskills schtick comedy.
