"Nightmare Sisters" is a harmless, enjoyable b-movie which is more sex comedy than horror. I don't think it's even intended to be scary, and there is very little violence, but a lot of nudity and humour.

The movie gets off to a shaky start with an obviously Caucasian man playing an Indian fortune teller, and doing the worst Indian accent since Peter Sellers. Why would a fortune teller be Indian, anyway? Somehow the crystal ball gets possessed, and then finds its way into the hands of three dorky sorority sisters.

These three are played by the holy trinity of b-movie scream queens, Linnea Quigley, Michelle Bauer and Brinke Stevens. They begin the movie as stereotypically unattractive college co-eds. Brinke has borrowed Jeffrey Dahmer's glasses, Michelle Bauer is dressed up to look fat, and Linnea Quigley is wearing false buck teeth which actually only accentuate her beauty. Detractors might claim that we're only fans of Quigley, Stevens and Bauer because they're hot and get naked. This movie, along with most of their movies, showcases the charisma and talent they actually brought to the screen. Their portrayals here are funny and likable.

Their nerdy male counterparts come over for a party the girls are possessed when they use the crystal ball in a seance (don't seances require ouija boards?) At first the girls turn sexy - and semi naked - but then they get a touch demonic, and a hilarious exorcist arrives to save the day.

David DeCoteau seems to me to be a rarity among b-film makers. Going by any of his recent efforts, a strong case could be made that he is the worst filmmaker who ever lived. However, watching his '80s films like this one, one realises that he actually had some degree of know-how when he started out. I mean, obviously this isn't Citizen Kane, but it's actually pretty good. Now, his movies are just excuses to indulge in his tighty whitie fetish. Who keeps paying him to make movies? Who keeps watching them?

This is a campy production about three geeky Tri-Eta-Pi sisters who invite over 3 nerds and hold a seance. The girls become possessed by a succubus demon and go from ugly duckling to swan.

Nice tub scene with all three women, otherwise I would recommend Evil Toons instead.

Nudity (Linnea Quigley, Brinke Stevens, Michelle Bauer)

This delightfully dumb and drecky no-budget piece of shamelessly pandering direct-to-video smut is nothing more than a feeble excuse to showcase the almighty 80's scream queen holy trinity of the exquisitely bountiful Michelle Bauer, the sumptuously slinky Brinke Stevens and the ever-luscious Linnea Quigley strutting their sexy, sensuous, sizzling stuff clad only in their birthday suits. And boy does it ever deliver the goods in this particular regard. Sure, you got to slog their 30-odd minutes of excruciating witless and labored sophomoric comedic antics prior to the gals dutifully doffing their duds in the name of lowbrow exploitation, but when they finally shed their clothes the film comes through with a gloriously lengthy and explicit three women having fun in the bath tub sequence that goes on for five marvelously drawn-out minutes. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention the so-called "plot." Well, there really ain't one -- and frankly who cares about some lousy it-would-only-get-in-the-way story. The sole reason that this flick even exists at all is to display the three splendidly alluring starlets naked. Granted, the opening scenes with Brinke, Michelle and Linnea playing gawky and ungainly asexual nerdettes are quite amusing; seeing Linnea with ungodly buck teeth singing off-key and a fat'n'frumpy Michelle pig out on junk food is admittedly funny, but the film really doesn't hit its stride until the geeky gals become possessed by evil spirits and turn into sexually insatiable and predatory hot babe succubi. Linnea in particular really cuts loose at this point, belting out a raucous punk song with deliciously unbridled abandon. Technically, this blatantly cheap picture is the absolute pits, with flat direction, slack pacing, blah editing, a very crude sense of dumb college fratboy humor, and infuriatingly static cinematography (one insipid master shot of Brinke, Linnea and Michelle plays out for an agonizingly uninterrupted ten minutes),but it's still the rare cheerfully cheesy soft-core movie that completely fulfills the trashy promise of its sleazy premise and thus rates highly as a supreme slice of late 80's schlock for that reason alone.