Hot Dog... The Movie (1984)

Hot Dog... The Movie!  There isn't enough room in this review to write about this classic ski slope shenanigan filled party fest.  Where to start, welp, first of all; This. Movie. Has. It. All!!!  Buddy Hackett's son hosting a wet t-shirt contest, gondola oral, multiple hot tub sex scenes, deep-throating beer bottles, John Denver-esque guitar ballads, etc...  Most importantly though it has a sexy Idaho farm boy, Harkin Banks (Patrick Houser), who decides to drive out to Squaw Valley, Cali to kick some serious ass in the "Freestyle Ski Championship" against the top talent for the World Cup.  You'd think it would be a downhill freestyle type event but it is more of a snow-dancing (alá ice-dancing) style skiing, where two men in a contest of spandex clad choreographed dance moves on flat snow compete for the ultimate glory, fanciest moves on the mountain!  His biggest competition??? A jerk ass European skier who is not only considered the odds on favorite to stomp these rubes right off the side of the mountain but also might be considered the greatest skier in the WORLD!  Can this hunky hayseed win over the biased competition judges?  Can him and his group of good-time buds, "The Rat Pack" (led by American Werewolf in London's David Naughton) beat the insurmountable odds of overcoming these mousse haired Euro-trash goons?  Can he have sex with 80s sex symbol Shannon Tweed without breaking up with his newfound hitchhiker lady friend???  Only one way to find out, smother this "Hot Dog" in mustard and see how far down you can take it before you're shouting at your screen that all these people are going to get UTIs from all that hot tub sex...  Ah the 80's!  If you don't love this movie or at the very least, Patrick Houser's little bubble butt making a cameo, we can't hit the slopes together... and by slopes we mean the couch cushions and pillows we use to prop up our butts.