If you're in the mood for some pure American trash cinema, dripping with sleaze but glossed with sheen, then look no further. An utterly ridiculous premise sees a mentally unstable woman, working at a beach retreat for spoilt brats, cosy up to the queen bitch of the brat brigade, while a subplot involving jealousy, intrigue and murder simmers all the while, culminating in a very long catfight that takes us from graveyeard to basement to swimming pool. Heavy lesbian overtones titillate but of course never deliver (this is Warner Brothers after all), but it all looks so slick and silly, with some awful but very quotable dialogue, that you can't help but get a guilty kick from it. Wild Things eat yer heart out.