Strangely enough, the Italians got a hold of the initial print and edited pornographic inserts, amping up the hair, sweat, rape, and teenage promiscuity to a disturbing level. The result is known as Sexy Jeans - shock value? postmortem. The flavoring of hatefucking only really benefits to the attempted rape which is now transformed into a successful raping of both Mary and Jane. It's true that violence speaks much more when documented unflinchingly and if you're watching this film in the first place, chances are you slide into this category. Without the XXX material, the basic teenage relationships are centered around the blossoming womanhood, not that of a 12 year old girl but the transition from innocent cherub to swindling harlot. As evidenced by this strange idea known as reality and the cinema to which it reflects, romance is as silly and tumultuous as born in a school setting. The questionable freebie persona of the average experimenting lady is demonstrated in Massacre at Central High with bell-bottoms, buggies, and buggery.