Answers the question no one ever dared ask - what about a pink film for children?
Star Virgin is the closed capsule consumerist summers of the city pop aesthetic, its sanctity protected by a Super Sentai chastity belt. A teenager's virginity, and her nation's innocence, under threat. Conservative values summoning the inner bubble-pop avenger in a warding off of interdimensional impurity.
The horny Saturday morning vibes are evident from the beginning - Eiko tied to a crucifix as she's about to be tongue lashed by a giant toad. The candied sexuality never lets up, all the miniature explosions captured at ultra-low angles in order to maximise the skin exposure of a bikini'd warrior. It's too outwardly goofy to ever cross over into truly uncomfortable sleaze, the villain is an erect grandfather but his aroused motivations sit in the shadow of a mechanised State of Liberty that immolates rope-bound teenagers.
Supremely bonkers shit!