Like Emily and Charlotte Brontë before her, the young heroine in this assembly-line teen comedy believes she must pose as a boy in order to be taken seriously as a writer. While that idea is better suited to the 1880s than the 1980s, Just One of the Guys is not entirely devoid of originality, even if most of the scenes do revolve around buxom Joyce Hyser's improbable attempts to cloak her ample femininity, and the ensuing hijinx. The film bears the hallmarks of one of the sexploitation films that were rampant in Hollywood at the time, only this one is rated PG-13, and those seeking out flesh would be advised to remember that it's a men's locker room she's infiltrating. The movie does a reasonable job demonstrating society's tendency to view women as sex objects rather than intellectuals; for one, the heroine's younger brother (Billy Jayne) is an incorrigible pervert with Playboy centerfolds tacked to every inch of his bedroom walls. Hyser and Jayne have some snappy brother-sister dialogue, making for believable moments that stand out from a script that usually asks too much suspension of disbelief. But even as a naïve nugget of '80s nostalgia, Just One of the Guys doesn't leave much of an impression.