Isn't the world ready for the return of Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello? Hasn't the world of movies, that is, skidded far enough downhill that the old beach-ball epics might seem almost average -- or slightly above? The old ones, maybe. This new one, however, has skidded downhill right along with the rest of the generation. (It's TV sitcom stuff: the Big Kahuna of 1962 is now a "stressed-out" car dealer in Ohio, and his Virgin Sun Worshipper, still as sunny as ever, is now his wife, and the mother of an Unvirginal Sun Worshipper and a wisecracking punker.) It isn't that the old ones weren't this dumb. They were certainly that, but they were innocent, too. The new one wants to be dumb and knowing at the same time, and it winks at the audience with tic-like regularity. Guest appearances by Pee-wee Herman (a reasonable substitute for Buster Keaton in Beach Blanket Bingo), Connie Stevens, Edd Byrnes, Don Adams, Bob Denver, Jerry Mathers, Tony Dow, et al. Directed by Lyndall Hobbs. (1987) — Duncan Shepherd
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