Story Synopsis: An account of life in a fictitious institution where hot women go to train on how to become strippers. The owner has a terminal case of 'roving eye', the horny janitor gets paid in lap dances & the recruits come in all shapes & sizes. But fate conspires to bring bad luck to the joint. Can the sexy ladies come out on top?
Film Synopsis: This low-budget comedy is one of the stupidest films to come out of the independent film industry in the past decade. It does have one thing in its favour – the various strip dances & topless ladies prove to be mildly entertaining while director / scribe / producer / star Vincent Foster does his best impression as a guy who is battling a weakness for women (watch out for Richard Tyson as a spaced-out VIP).
But while watching Stripper Academy, you come to notice that the various strip dances are all there is to the film. There is no plot (at least nothing even vaguely resembling one) & the comedy elements are so clumsy that you won't be laughing very much, if at all. The humour is so LCD that those with moral standards will be switching off long before we get to the finale. The film is aimless & the story has no sense of direction. The humour is also very un-PC, with Amanda Lynne's fat stripper coming with a constant barrage of fart sounds.
