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“Poison Ivy has survived the test of time, feeling every bit as sleazy, taboo and pervy today as when it was first released. A major guilty pleasure.” - Twins of Evil
“What Ivy Wants, Ivy Gets.”
Saucy’90s teen queen Drew Barrymore stars in this exceptionally trashy “erotic thriller” about a jail bait strumpet whose serious lack of boundaries leads to major trouble for an All-American family who just can’t seem to keep their hands off of her! In 1992, the notorious Ms. Barrymore shocked the world (or at least that part of the world that enjoys watching sleazy B-movies) by starring as a sinfully sexy, possibly bisexual and definitely psychotic teen tramp in Poison Ivy. Forever frozen in amber in the public’s mind as the cute little sister from ET, the question du jour was: “How did little Gertie grow up to be so dirty?” Ivy (Barrymore) is a mysterious, champagne-swigging high school scholarship student who enjoys shocking her classmates with fake tattoos, ample cleavage and a penchant for straddling tire swings with her skirt around her waist. But things really get cooking when this big-haired bad girl befriends lonely teen outcast/budding lesbian Sylvie (Sara Gilbert, then a big TV star on Roseanne), and slowly worms her way into her rich classmate’s screwed-up family with a mission of seducing and/or destroying everyone in it! Projecting a very sassy “I’ll kill your mom and have sex with your dad” vibe, Ivy sets out to do just that, terrorizing Sylvie’s sickly, bed-ridden mother (former Charlie’s Angel Cheryl Ladd), titillating her horny father (Tom Skerritt, Alien) and sending Sylvie down the path of sexual confusion with lots of steamy girl-on-girl tongue wrestling. And if a little of the old “ultra-violence” is necessary to get what she wants, so be it. Can Ivy be stopped before she becomes a teen Ted Bundy? A terrifically sleazy Fatal Attraction-style thriller pumped full of early ‘90s erotic thriller clichés (Sultry jazz music and billowing curtains! Big-breasted body doubles! Sex on a car hood … in the rain!), and driven by a deliriously over-the-top performance by Barrymore, Poison Ivy (from Stripped to Kill director Katt Shea Ruben) is a true camp classic. (Dir. by Katt Shea Rubin, 1992, USA, 93 mins., Rated R) Digital