Jim Holliday overstuffed this routine Jill Kelly vehicle with a long roster of players and completely extraneous sex scenes -his typical stupid feature. I have yet to see a movie by him that was worth watching (or even preserving).
The gimmick here is female sportscasters, with the infighting for ratings finally resulting in having topless lady anchors on TV. Jill quickly rises to the top of her profession but suffers corny disillusionment along the way, with harassment by crummy bosses of both sexes. The dialogue concocted by her and Holliday is ridiculous, as his usual name dropping. He plays a misogynistic sportscaster who gets fired and it's strictly vanity casting.
Big tits and anal sex pretty much describe the content, with top name players and lesser lights all thrown in randomly to fill the quota of sex. The subject matter had a bit of potential but goes nowhere, cynical from beginning to end.
