I hadn't seen this since it came out and now I see why I hadn't bothered. This movie should not be mentioned in the same paragraph as the '60s beach movies unless to say it can't compare to them, and is only a parody of them.
The thing is, that could have been okay. I knew it was a parody going into it; I just didn't remember how HORRIBLE the "humor" in this was...
You've got Frankie as a car salesman (who wears his dress pants on the beach, by the way) and Annette as his wife (here called Annette, not Dee Dee), and the kid who wanted 2 dollars from John Cusack in Better Off Dead as their "punk-ish" son.
Everything is written so ridiculously exaggerated, it's all done in a really BAD way. The costumes are an utter joke - the gang that Bobby, the son, joins with, are some horrendous 1980s Hollywood idea of what punk is supposed to be; the surfers are so stupid in this that besides making "Bonehead" from the originals seem smarter, it at LEAST makes him not seem obnoxious, not cringe-inducing; THAT'S the term! That's the term for this whole stupid, stinking movie. It's downright painful. I actually was in some tears when there was a ska number by the band Fishbone, it was so bad. And then I can't (for the moment) forget about this one character in it, Troy, who is so horrendous, his jokes terrible, his smugness overdone....oh I can't go on, I don't want to think about this movie anymore.
I'll just say Pee-Wee Herman may be the highlight of this, with a bad version of Surfin' Bird (it ain't The Trashmen, that's for sure), and of complete with horrible 1980s electronic drums. In fact, all the music in this is ruined by the godawful '80s sounds of those drums and of course synthesizers.
ALL the jokes fall FLAT. None of the guest stars on this can rescue this steaming pile masquerading as entertainment - this includes Bob Denver, Jerry Mathers, Tony Dow, Barbara Billingsley, Alan Hale Jr., the list goes on; you can spot - well I did - Rodney Bigenheimer in this disaster, this mess.
Not even Dick Dale or Stevie Ray Vaughan can (God, I hate the costumes of the backing singers, thinking of that now - all the musicians, this horrendous, exaggerated '80s semi-new wave type of look - about as real as if everybody dressed like they were auditioning to play with Grace Jones or something.....
Oh and Lori Laughlin, their daughter in this (Frankie and Annette's), was in the show Full House - one of the most vile, nauseating "sitcoms" ever in the history of television.
There are simply too many things wrong with this movie; there is absolutely no redeeming value in this. Sorry, Pee-Wee.
Flush this movie down the toilet. All prints of this should have been destroyed long ago.
The thing is, that could have been okay. I knew it was a parody going into it; I just didn't remember how HORRIBLE the "humor" in this was...
You've got Frankie as a car salesman (who wears his dress pants on the beach, by the way) and Annette as his wife (here called Annette, not Dee Dee), and the kid who wanted 2 dollars from John Cusack in Better Off Dead as their "punk-ish" son.
Everything is written so ridiculously exaggerated, it's all done in a really BAD way. The costumes are an utter joke - the gang that Bobby, the son, joins with, are some horrendous 1980s Hollywood idea of what punk is supposed to be; the surfers are so stupid in this that besides making "Bonehead" from the originals seem smarter, it at LEAST makes him not seem obnoxious, not cringe-inducing; THAT'S the term! That's the term for this whole stupid, stinking movie. It's downright painful. I actually was in some tears when there was a ska number by the band Fishbone, it was so bad. And then I can't (for the moment) forget about this one character in it, Troy, who is so horrendous, his jokes terrible, his smugness overdone....oh I can't go on, I don't want to think about this movie anymore.
I'll just say Pee-Wee Herman may be the highlight of this, with a bad version of Surfin' Bird (it ain't The Trashmen, that's for sure), and of complete with horrible 1980s electronic drums. In fact, all the music in this is ruined by the godawful '80s sounds of those drums and of course synthesizers.
ALL the jokes fall FLAT. None of the guest stars on this can rescue this steaming pile masquerading as entertainment - this includes Bob Denver, Jerry Mathers, Tony Dow, Barbara Billingsley, Alan Hale Jr., the list goes on; you can spot - well I did - Rodney Bigenheimer in this disaster, this mess.
Not even Dick Dale or Stevie Ray Vaughan can (God, I hate the costumes of the backing singers, thinking of that now - all the musicians, this horrendous, exaggerated '80s semi-new wave type of look - about as real as if everybody dressed like they were auditioning to play with Grace Jones or something.....
Oh and Lori Laughlin, their daughter in this (Frankie and Annette's), was in the show Full House - one of the most vile, nauseating "sitcoms" ever in the history of television.
There are simply too many things wrong with this movie; there is absolutely no redeeming value in this. Sorry, Pee-Wee.
Flush this movie down the toilet. All prints of this should have been destroyed long ago.