I know. What an inauspicious beginning. I offer no defense. It was fifty cents, and Debbie was interested in going.

Even allowing for my incredibly low expectations, it was poor. While I certainly didn’t mind the first ten minutes, what with the beautiful water shots and one or two deeply-tanned boys with impossibly low-hanging shorts, it got worse from there.

I won’t bother with the “plot” except to say: please. And in the same picky vein, the points where they used CGI to map the star’s face to the stuntperson’s surfing were unconvincing. It made me think of the Sopranos episode they created after Nancy Marchand‘s death: just… off. Some sheen, some glow, some hint that the face is just not quite right.

Supporting stills still to come.

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