Don't Make Waves

I like to watch movies as I workout on my exercise bike, and this movie was visually entertaining--all those sights and sounds and styles of Southern California in the late '60s, big fun. Sure, this is a 'light read' but it is a colorful chronicle and a trip back to Muscle Beach, dude. Well, that's all I had planned to say until I was prompted to write more text--I have to write a minimum of ten lines. Whoa, that's like taking an essay test. How am I going to write ten lines about this movie? I'm not a movie reviewer. Well, pass me the popcorn and let me give this a go. It starts with a guy and his Volkswagen and if you watch it, you'll see what happens next. Thanks for reading my movie review. I think it was excellent.

Okay middle aged version of a Beach Party film has tourist Tony Curtis visiting California and run off the road by Claudia Cardinale, who then takes him back to her place, where a French style bedroom farce ensures. These kooky 20 and 30 somethings encounter crazy Californian surfers, bodybuilders, skydivers, and other assorted kooks. The film is never boring, but it's also never all that funny or clever either. One of the positives for the film is a supporting role by Sharon Tate, who's gorgeous and again had a terrific screen presence, reminding us of of what a loss the world had with her murder. Overall, if you want a lightweight comedy to the pass the time (which you'll completely forget about once it's over), you could do worse than "Don't Make Waves."