jellopuke This was close to being a great sex-comedy, but just strayed a little too close to the good taste line to really be one of the all-timers. You'd think a movie about bikini's would have more nudity, but it was fairly restrained in that regard and even the ending that should have been loaded with it was cut short. Not enough over the top gags or hijinks but it did have the whole "we need to make money in a week to save the store" plot line. Fun and slight, but needed an injection of raunch to really set sail.

Uriah43 "Alan" (Michael David Wright) has just graduated from Northern Chicago University when he learns that his aunt has passed away and left him an inheritance. Curious to discover what he has inherited he heads out to Malibu with the intention of selling his new property and getting back to Chicago to be with his extremely spoiled fiancé, "Jane" (Debra Blee). However, when he gets there he finds that all he is left with is 51% of a bikini shop which is heavily in debt. He also discovers that the other 49% belongs to his brother "Todd" (Bruce Greenwood) who loves to party and has no business skills at all. In addition to that, he has 3 female employees named "Kathy" (Ami Julius), "Cindy" (Gayln Gorg) and "Ronnie" (Barbara Horan) who depend on the bikini shop to make ends meet. Now rather than reveal any more of this movie I will just say that this could have been an okay "bikini movie" if it had better comedy and a less predictable plot. Be that as it may, I thought the acting was adequate enough for the job at hand and having some attractive ladies certainly helped to a degree. That being said, although there are certainly better movies of this type out there, this one wasn't too bad overall and for that reason I rate it as just slightly below average.

wes-connors Clean cut college grad Michael David Wright (as Alan Finston) and hunky blonde brother Bruce Greenwood (as Todd Finston) inherit "The Malibu Bikini Shop" as part of their aunt's Ida's estate. While they decide whether or not to liquidate, you get an ample look at dozens of young women in bikinis. Writer/director David Wechter starts it off with in loving fashion. There are close-ups of bikini tops. There are close-ups of bikini bottoms. There are also some topless treats, but not as close-up. The plot has the lads in danger of losing the shop, due to Mr. Wright's cranky fiancée Debra Blee (as Jane Rutledge). In one of his last appearances, veteran Frank Nelson (as Richard J. Remington) leads an adept supporting cast.***** The Malibu Bikini Shop (10/86) David Wechter ~ Michael David Wright, Bruce Greenwood, Barbara Horan, Frank Nelson

Sam Williams "Malibu" Bikini Shop is a Sex Comedy that manages to be neither comedic nor sexy. Well, maybe a little bit sexy. But the scenes of Barbara Horan in the hot tub are hardly worth enduring terrible music, embarrassing fashions (sadly, the bikinis are some of the biggest violators) a thin, implausible, wholly predictable plot, and characters that are all one dimensional caricatures. This isn't even a "so bad it's good" kind of bad. It's more of a "sixth graders write better than this" bad and "how the hell can a movie about girls wearing bikinis be so unenjoyably" bad. Imagine an Elvis movie and the depth of plot those had, only instead of Elvis you have a pair of B-cups thrown in every 18 minutes or so and you have a pretty good idea of what you're in for with Bikini shop.I realize this isn't exactly Masterpiece Theater, but if you want to see skin (which is why 99% of people would even consider watching this) it would be so much more efficient to just look at a Playboy or even an episode of Rock of Love. The girls in this movie, while young and fit, are saddled with horrendous wardrobes and situations. Visually, none of them really rate higher than about a 7 out of 10.If you're still reading this review, you may be a Trekkie interested in Bruce Greenwood's early work and you're on the fence about if it's worth the time. Be warned: are you prepared for Bruce in a belly shirt? I advise having your thumb locked and ready on the ff/scan button. Life is too short to waste watching trash like this, and when I write "trash," I don't mean in a morally reprehensible way. I mean in a lazy, lowest common denominator kind of way.Bonus points to anyone who figures out why "Malibu" is sometimes attached to this title when the movie hints that it takes place in Santa Monica.