The first must-see film of the year.

Excellent characters with emotional depth. My wife, daughter and granddaughter all enjoyed it...and me, too! Very good movie! You won't be disappointed.

This is a coming of age storyline that you've seen in one form or another for decades. It takes a truly unique voice to make yet another one worth watching.

Just intense enough to provide a much-needed diversion, just lightweight enough to make you forget about it soon after it’s over. It’s not exactly “good,” per se, but it does what it sets out to do in terms of putting us on edge, which makes it … successful?

"Hot T-Shirts" is a tedious sex "comedy" about a bar that rejuvenates its business by hosting "wet t-shirt" contests. It should really be called "cold t-shirts", obviously.Like most of these movies, it doesn't really have any characters. No one has any discernible personality, and absolutely no one will stick in your memory. The movie is just endless sequences with women dancing on stage with, yes, wet t-shirts. There is also some scant nudity: women occasionally flash a breast while on stage, and there's one scene where some of the women change their shirts. Not exactly the most creative way of showing skin, and entirely unerotic, too.The only development in the movie, however predictable it is, features a group of older ladies who are appalled by the contests and decide to protest at the bar. Upon arrival, one of the ladies is caught up in the fun of women dancing with wet t-shirts, and seizes a spray bottle to soak her companions with. Luckily that doesn't lead to any exposed skin from the old ladies.

Truly awful T&A flick. It rises to a level of patheticness that I don't think I've ever seen before. It's incompetently written and performed - it's no surprise that director/writer Chuck Vincent made a lot of actual porn movies before turning to softcore in the '80s. The actors are slightly better than porn actors - slightly. The story concerns a schlub (Ray Holland) who owns a failing bar. His disco-loving buddy (Glenn Mure) can't quite convince him to turn it into a dance club, but he is able to persuade him to host wet T-shirt contests. The film has almost no real conflict, and its attempts to add it are always extremely weak. Yes, there are boobs on display - although a good alternate name for the flick would be The Itty Bitty Titty Committee - but naked breasts are pretty much a commodity nowadays. Sure, if this had come on Cinemax on a Friday night when I was 13, I'd be happy with it. Nowadays - I don't know why the Hell I bothered to sit through it.

Having been curious about this low budget comedy since 1980 when I saw an ad for this at the now-long-closed Cinema 8 at the also now-closed Bon Marche Mall (actually the buildings those occupied are now remodeled as the Cox cable stations in our city), I managed to watch this on the Netflix channel. In a word...stinks! I mean, I was expected to be aroused by various naked women but instead, I was bored by the contrived plot about a heavyset man trying to get his bar to show profit. So what does he do? He stages a wet t-shirt contest! And then there were some complications such as some socially proper middle-aged women trying to picket the place because they're obscene to them so what does that owner do? He invites them in! Honesty, couldn't director/producer/co-writer Chuck Vincent simply try to make the thing as sexy as possible without all those contrivances getting in the way? Oh, never mind, I've already wasted too much time writing this review so on that note, Hot T-Shirt is definitely NOT worth seeing. By the way, one of the dancers looked familiar and no wonder why: she's Debralee Scott-previously "Hotsy-Totsy" on "Welcome Back, Kotter"-when she was just emerging at this time on another TV series called "Angie".

I saw this in New Westminster, British Columbia on a double bill with THE HAPPY HOOKER GOES HOLLYWOOD. It was the first(but not only)time I attended a movie with no women in the audience.The story involved young women living in a small town. The girls who were born in the town were constantly feuding with the ones attending the local college. They decide to settle their differences by forming teams and staging a wet t-shirt competition,just like real women would do. The theater I saw this at - The Paramount - is now a lap-dance club.