Totally ridiculous Australian drama about a cocky surfer who
lands himself in a Hawaiian prison for drug smuggling after a friend overdoses
on heroin. Wisecracking to a reporter
that Australians are better surfers than Hawaiians doesn’t help his situation
much. Well, behind bars the kid manages
to avoid rape attempts, work on his case, stay in shape, and train for
more surfing competitions with the help of a reclusive guru who just happens to
be an old friend of the hero’s unsympathetic wheelchair-ridden dad. Meanwhile, there’s some kind of larger
conspiracy involving big-time criminals that I didn’t quite follow. There’s also an inexplicable prologue showing
ancient Hawaiians building a surfboard from scratch, (i.e. a tree), and a
bizarre scene of a girl getting struck by lighting and glowing blue from head
to toe. Filled with such cheap effects,
stock music and cornball acting, it is mildly enjoyable as a really bad movie,
but I don’t actually enjoy making fun of movies; I’d much rather like them.
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