This is one beach party flick that's got nothing else on its mind other than, well, partying on the beach. Throw Beach House in and you've got a slim 76 minutes of drinkin', smoochin', and a whole lot of 1982-style rock & roll going on. Put that junk into a big mixer with a few terrible Brooklyn accents and endless string bikinis and you've basically got the whole film in a nutshell. It's worth it for the few disco scenes, including a genius one where the motley group of teens strut their stuff on the dance floor to Plastic Bertrand's new wave classic "Ca Plane Pour Moi." Sure, the overacting is annoying at times, but with this kind of brainless romp, what do you expect? At the very least, the dialogue and hair are good for a few laughs, along with the over-the-top Wild Guitar beach party that closes the film.