This has to be the worst installment of the series and usually I find something in these beach epics somewhat amusing, but this one fell flatter than a Galveston wave. Even my idols, Eric Von Zipper and his army of Ratz, weren't given decent parts. I could easily have gone without the silvery warbling of Annette as she walked along the ocean's edge; her's and Frankie's mediocre vocals added nothing to the film. Now that I think of it, they took away. This driftwood should be heaved overboard and the lines to the lifebuoys sliced.
Review of Bikini Beach
