movieman_kev The last of Andy Sidaris's 'bullets and boobs' flicks is sadly the least accomplished, whereas the others had reasonably fun plots (threadbare as they were) to go along with the copious amounts of nudity on display, this one was just dreary & lifeless a mere shell of what these films were in their heyday (from 1985-1994) Very sad to say that the fun and magic of those films just isn't present in this one.Eye Candy: Julie K. Smith, Julie Strain, & Carrie Westcott provide ample T&A; Shae Marks shows everything My Grade: D DVD Extras: Introduction with Andy and Julie Strain; Director's Commantery; 37 minute Behind the scenes featurette (featuring abundant nudity); Production Stills; Andy Sidaris filmography; web-links; Theatrical Trailer; and Trailers for 11 other Sidaris films (all with abundant nudity)

hillbillyfromhell I love Andy Sidaris films and this is one of my favorite. Why? Because it's ridiculous. None of the 'actors' can act, they're all looks. This is the world of sexy espionage where all the secret agents are smokin hot. Shae Marks and Julie K. SMith have some of the largest implanted boobs you'll see in a non-adult type movie. And ladies, don't think this is sexist either as Sidaris has you covered with muscular slick studs as the big-boobed women's counterparts.Oh yes, this one has it all, folks.Yeah, I know they hype Julie Strain as the star but most of the film she just sits around at their beach-front(?!??) HQ and reads lines with such lack of enthusiasm you can almost see the cue cards. But she's great compared to Paul Logan, the studly muscle-guy who obviously is cast because of his great acting ability....yeah, sure....I commend Sidaris for always having guys like this in his films because he's not neglecting any female viewers.Did I mention Shae Marks and Julie K. Smith's massive mammaries? The scene at the end when they finally get to savage beach and are both in matching outfits, hubba hubba!!!! Likewise, the scene with Shae in a business suit early on is quite sexy, too. I've heard she got her implants removed- what a shame.Andy Sidaris passed away this year. He got his start doing NFL football as well as the Olympics. His producer was his wife. His dvds were packed with all kinds of great extras and he came across as just a great guy who enjoyed making action-packed movies filled with attractive casts, and filmed in exotic locations.RIP, Andy

AlexeiAngelov Gosh, this movie is all about breast and being...sexy? Gorgeous women with giant breasts , good looking men with hunky looks, many explosions, many shoots and guns, but what the heck! we are sexy let's get it on now, that's the movie all about, another excuse to try to make a porn movie without hard core sex.I was actually expecting for a good sex scene because the storyline was really poor and the ladies and her male companions were really hot all the time so ...lets wait for something then...But, nothing happened, just more shoots , more sexy bodysuits, and a good excuse to wake up my partner and have a little fun. This movie is a holy crap, if you look for action, please watch something else, if you look for sex please watch something else too is very disappointing, actually very sad.

Kiosky Remember: a genuinely bad movie is the altered state where everyone involved in producing said movie strives beyond their grasp for excellence and fails miserably (see: Arlington Road). This? "Return to Savage Beach" doesn't bother reaching for greatness; it's quite happy in its complete failure at all times. Which, sadly, means that it's only a MEDIOCRE bad movie as opposed to the desired GREAT bad movie. For all of those interested I offer the following statistics: approximately 2 minutes and 15 seconds of the picture were dedicated to the secondary sexual characteristics of women (a minor 2.5% of total running time). Given the acting skills of all involved, the production costs, and the numerous explosions it may be better advised to, when the cast and crew reconvene for "Return to Savage Beach II", shoot a 25 minute pornographic short rather than bothering with the employment of a script. But, in the end, RTSB does answer one important question: where do Playboy Playmates go when they leave the printing press?