John Christopher was known for cranking out acceptable assembly line product during the "porno chic" era, and CANDI GIRL is typical of his modest achievements. It's a case where more is promised than is delivered, especially considering the quickie turns by several big-name guest stars.
Title role goes to buxom Rikki O'Neal, billed mysteriously as "L'Oriele", an exotic sounding creature that alas, yenta Rikki cannot approximate. As in companion Christopher opus HOT CHILD IN THE CITY, she is adequate thrust briefly into the spotlight, playing the sister of heroine Penny (Brenda Lockwood).
Penny's husband Larry (erstwhile director Carter Stevens, not very convincing in a leading role) hates Candi and dreads the fact she's been invited over for dinner that night. He and partner Ben (busy Herschel Savage) own a used car business which serves as the film's minor plot hook.
They apparently run through saleswomen employees like water, latest hire being the unearthly beauty Serena. She makes the most of her brief guest shot, humping Larry to get the job and later quitting in a huff when he pays her a measly $50.
Christopher cares little for film structure and as in other examples of his work sticks in filler without much grace. Here we have an extraneous MOS sex scene with guest Samantha Fox being shtupped by John Holmes and Savage, while a voice-over informs us she's another saleslady candidate being "interviewed". It plays just like the stag loops (also featuring the likes of Holmes) inserted to pad the running time of HOT CHILD.
Bobby Astyr plays a fourth-rate mafioso intent on muscling into Ben & Larry's car business since it's located on his turf. Demanding a piece of the action, he insists they pay him $5,000 immediately, or else.
At the dinner party, Candi devises a plan to outwit the gangsters. She keeps Astyr and his henchman Ron Hudd sexually occupied long enough for the police to arrive and nab them.
Cheap presentation has police sirens wailing to signify the missing footage of the actual arrest.
Christopher's "who cares?" approach culminates in Candi sheepishly saying: "It was nothing" of her sexual exploits, and the crowd yelling "Yay!!" as they toast her with a mix of obvious boredom and relief that another cheapie is in the can. Cut to a peaceful shot of the house's facade, and it's time for porn fans to hit the exits.
Workmanlike approach is evident here, from Roberta Findlay's OK lensing to the cast's running through their XXX paces. Producer credit goes to J. Angel Martine, still a mystery whether it's really him or as many claim, Findlay wearing another of her many hats.
