Ski School is one of the worst
reviewed
movies ever made, although it does undeniably have its loyal
fanbase. A
1991 film that could best be summed up as a lower rent
derivation from
Animal House on a
ski slope, the premise is the typical
paper-thin plot of a
rivalry play between the stuck-up
ski instructors of "Section One," lead by snootily effective instructor Reid Janssens, and the wacky
beer-guzzling,
pussy-chasing
party animals of "
Section Eight" (
wink wink, nudge nudge, get it, section eight, the
Army code for
insanity-discharge), led by ski instructor Dave Marshak, who apparently rarely actually teaches anyone to ski. The crux of the film is where the various groups of ski instructors must compete in the big ski tournament, which, naturally, Section Eight just
must win in order to stay on the slopes.
In order to beat the stuffy bad guys -- and other
innocent bystander competitors -- Section Eight pulls wacky
shenanigans like pouring oil on the snow to make their competitors slip and fall, or having buxom ladies flash passing skiers to make their competitors slip and fall, or doing various other dirty deeds of that nature to make their competitors slip and fall. Moral of the story? It's okay to
cheat if the
stakes are high and the other guys are stuffed shirts who are merely competent at what they do (and rather
arrogant about it, rather than fun). Also, women of sufficiently low self esteem will expose their
breasts in the freezing cold of the snowy slopes in order to help their men prevail in contrived pitched battles for mountain rights. High fives all around.