Freaktana
A Major Disappointment
Aiden Melton
The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.
Kamila Bell
This is a coming of age storyline that you've seen in one form or another for decades. It takes a truly unique voice to make yet another one worth watching.
Michael Ledo
Two girls visit another on the beach....party, nosy neighbors, creepy caretaker, pot washes up on beach, uncle owner...stereotypes galore, plenty of breasts, no real plot. Debra Blee with a memorable top removal at end that wore out my VHS tape.No swearing or sex. Nudity includes 80's "B" actress Debra Blee, Val Kline- lone credit, ZZ Top video girl Jeana Tomasina, redhead Jeanette Linné, TV actresses Corinne Bohrer, Tessa Richarde, Catherine Mary Stewart of "The Last Starfighter"
BA_Harrison
The highest grossing film of 1982 was saccharine-sweet family sci-fi classic E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial, but how many sexy young hotties did it feature? None, that's how many (I'm sorry but Drew Barrymore and Erika Eleniak were far TOO young to count, and Dee Wallace was too old). On the other hand, The Beach Girls is chock full of pert naked and semi-naked cuties making it hands down the superior film in terms of gratuitous T&A. In your face Spielberg!In fact, of all of the teenage sex comedies I've seen from the 80s, The Beach Girls has got to be one of the finest in terms of sheer quantity and quality of breasts, the number of scorching hot chicks willing to whip off their tops easily compensating for the film's dumb plot and desperate humour. The driving force behind this constant tirade of topless totty are best pals Ginger and Ducky (beautiful blonde Val Kline and brunette babe Jeana Keough) who visit their friend Sarah (Debra Blee) at her Uncle Carl's swanky beach property with the aim of partying hard all summer. Before long, there's a couple of hundred kids running around in their underwear, acting like complete animals, although prudish Sarah is reluctant to join in the fun, keeping her plentiful assets under cover much to the frustration of hunky drifter Scott (James Daughton).The wild partying looks set to end earlier than planned when Uncle Carl arrives home unexpectedly after a tip off from nosy neighbour Mrs. Brinker (Mary Jo Catlett); however, Ginger and Ducky aren't about to give in without a fight and convince Carl to see things their way by seducing the lucky bloke. Another party is soon under way, and proves to be an even wilder affair than before thanks to the discovery of several bin liners full of weed washed up on the beach (having been dumped in a hurry by incompetent drug smuggler Captain Jack). Under the relaxing influence of the pot, and with more than a little encouragement from her friends, Sarah eventually sees the error of her ways, realises that life is too short to have inhibitions, and learns to have fun—by popping her top off to reveal her awesome rack and getting it on with a very lucky Scott on the beach. Don't you just love a film that comes with a valuable life lesson?This a lot of mindless fun, but don't make the mistake of thinking that all The Beach Girls has to offer is non-stop childish smut and teenage debauchery, 'cos you would be wrong: in addition to all the nudity and drug-related humour, the film also offers discerning viewers some truly surreal moments (a strangely out-of-place food fight gag and a talking bag of pot being quite bizarre), a silly secondary plot-thread featuring a bumbling coast-guard crew led by a captain who talks like Humphrey Bogart, a bit of frisbee action (admittedly from a woman with big tits), and Carl's Mexican gardener fighting his fiancé's Japanese chauffeur in a mud pit. So much more entertaining than a wrinkly alien and a flying bike, don't cha think?7.5 out of 10, rounded up to 8 for IMDb for the lovely Debra Blee, who reminded me a little bit of Jennifer Love Hewitt.
Woodyanders
Extremely hot pleasure-loving good-time gals Ducky (delectable former Playmate and ZZ Top music video muse girl Jeana Tomasina) and Ginger (scrumptious blonde Val Kline) live it up at a posh seaside California condo and try to get their sweet, but bookish and uptight friend Sarah (a wonderfully spunky performance by luscious brunette Debra Blee) to loosen up and get into the swinging spirit of the crazy and uninhibited California beach scene. Director Bud Townsend, working from a cheerfully raucous script by Phil Groves and Patrick Sheane Duncan, delivers a dynamic, unpretentious, and blithely carefree celebration of let it all hang out giddy mindless hedonism complete with oodles of lovely ladies in skimpy clothes (keep your eyes peeled for both Corinne Bohrer and Catherine Mary Stewart in cool bit parts), a kickin' soft-rock soundtrack, a generous sprinkling of delicious bare distaff skin, cheap dope humor, two inevitable wild party set pieces, and an infectiously breezy'n'easy laid-back California vibe. The cast have a ball with the wacky material, with especially commendable turns by 60's AIP biker movie regular Adam Roarke as Sarah's amiable Uncle Carl, James Daughton as likable drifter dude Scott, Herbie Braha as killjoy coast guard Captain Blye, Mary Jo Catlett as shrewish neighbor Mrs. Brinker, Dan Barrows as her blundering middle-aged dork husband, Bert Rosario as a bumbling Mexican gardener, and George Cheung as karate-chopping Japanese chauffeur Wang. Michael D. Muphy's sunny cinematography gives the picture an attractive bright look. Michael Lloyd's groovy score hits the right-on funky spot, too. A real rowdy delight.
Ephraim Gadsby
I saw "The Beach Girls" when it first came out, at a drive in, with me and my buddy passing a bottle of raw bourbon between us, and it was fun. The movie was also memorable. It looks like the cast is having a good time, anyway. The great thing about "The Beach Girls" is that it's utterly unpretentious. The only moral it pretends to have is that the more sex and marijuana you have the happier you are. Story: Three girls get their talons on a beach house owned by some relative of one of them (I'm a bit vague on that point, but I think it's an uncle). The uncle and aunt (I think it's an aunt, but it's a fussy lady -- who cares?) are away, and the girls (one of the characters is limned by former Playboy Playmate Jeana Tomasina,"Up the Creek") decide to have a huge bash.Unfortunately, one of the girls has a severe hang-up: she's too frigid to have sex with her boyfriend. She boozes it up and enjoys the pot but can't seem to sum up the will power to go all the way with her horndog.The uncle comes back and lays down the law (Adam Roarke, the sole "big name" in the credits, trying desperately to give the flick some legitimacy) and the two girls to whom he is not related by blood (thank goodness) decide to seduce him and push joints on him to make him simpatico. The big lug falls for it. But what will happen when his wife (or the fussy lady, whoever she is) arrives? (remember, I saw this thing 20 years ago and it was the second part of the double feature and the straight bourbon was kicking in).Here's where the plot thickens. A drug running captain dumps his whole cargo of stash (which is in large hefty bags) and it washes up just outside the beach girls' house. They're not ones to look a gift horse in the mouth. It's like manna, man. But the captain wants it back (What's left of it)!SPOILER ALERT: Don't read this if you don't want to ruin the suspense: The captain locates the marijuana and he and his crew, armed with real bang-guns, come to get it back, right at the point where everyone, including the aunt (or whoever she is) and uncle, the cops, and anyone who happens to be passing by, is partying on the beach (partying seems to consist of bounding up and down on the balls of your feet and waving your arms like you're dancing, until couples break off for a little sex). The marijuana gets dumped on the bonfires and everyone mellows. The uptight girl has sex with her boyfriend, the captain and crew throw down their guns and party hearty with the cops . . . They all just mellow out and groove, just like the entire political philosophy of the Democrat Party in a nutshell.
Nudity count: There are only two scenes with explicit nudity, one of Ms Tomasina, somewhat obscured by ropes but still good for 1982; and the other by Val Kline. Who is Val Kline? God only knows, she's probably doing good work with the lepers in Calcutta now, but she had one memorable movie role, and as she nears her fifties I hope she can look back at it with pride. You wait the whole flick for a single glimpse of Deborah Blee. This is what they made DVD for: stop motion.If you like the philosophy of casual sex with multiple partners and extensive drug use for teen-agers, you'll enjoy "The Beach Girls".
