malibu beach [1978]

summer time.  late '70s.  southern california.  the beach.  where else would you expect teens to hang out. . .the mall?  this turkey starts with the kids of malibu high [?] leaving their classrooms on the last day of school and going to the beach.  what happens next is. . .not much.  a bikini stealing dog -- you gotta have a little t&a because this is a late '70s exploitation flick, two boy drifting both figuratively and literally, a lifeguard and her friend, and a tattooed, heavily muscled juicehead called dugie who looks to be in his late 30s. 

perfect drive in fodder!  the boys meet said lifegaurd and her friend.  love ensues.  dugie becomes the sworn enemy of the boys and picks a fight every time their paths cross and their paths are always crossing.  the boys look, if not age appropriate as teens, at least in their 20s.  dugie, i'm not sure.  i don't know the actor who plays him but a quick search on imdb and i find that he was born stephen oliver in the year 1941.  he looks his age.  which begs the question.  what the fuck is this 30-something doing hanging at the beach with teenagers and doesn't he have a job?

still this pic is not a real a yawn-inducer.  i fell asleep only once and i don't think i missed anything.  i did make it to the very end with both eyes open.  i remember summer as being a long slough of dead time.  this movie is just like that.  the director, robert j. rosenthal, later helmed a true celluloid monstrosity, zapped! [1982], starring scott baio and willie aames.  he directs this flick with all the panache of a dog walker picking up the dog's poo. 

not to be unfair.  malibu beach does have it's charms.  i am fond of lazy, aimless, plot less summer movies.  perfect flicks for a night at the drive-ins.  what can i say.  i must have sand in my head.