Bikini Summer III: South Beach Heat

1997
R
1 Std. 27 Min.

IMDb-BEWERTUNG

2,9/10

308

IHRE BEWERTUNG

Bikini Summer III: South Beach Heat (1997)

Raunchy Comedy Comedy

Füge eine Handlung in deiner Sprache hinzuJamie is a makeup artist for a local bikini contest on the beautiful South Beach of Miami. Her life appears to be falling apart when her boyfriend leaves her in a jealous rage. Her wild and ... Alles lesenJamie is a makeup artist for a local bikini contest on the beautiful South Beach of Miami. Her life appears to be falling apart when her boyfriend leaves her in a jealous rage. Her wild and gorgeous friends, Dev and Bink, convince her to be a contestant in the contest while her e... Alles lesenJamie is a makeup artist for a local bikini contest on the beautiful South Beach of Miami. Her life appears to be falling apart when her boyfriend leaves her in a jealous rage. Her wild and gorgeous friends, Dev and Bink, convince her to be a contestant in the contest while her ex-boyfriend's bumbling private detective hilariously tries to track her. In a transformati... Alles lesen

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IMDb-BEWERTUNG

2,9/10

308

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When Jamie returns to the party from Highsmith's room, Brandi and a woman in a blue bikini pass her on their way up the stairs. When Jamie reaches the bottom and is accosted by the man in the devil costume, these same two women can be seen off to the side.

Crazy Credits
After the credits finish, we see Hector (Rolando Millet) drying his eyes saying, "I just love happy endings."

Verbindungen
Follows Malibu Moon (1991)

Soundtracks
You Really Turn Me On
Written by John Gonzalez
Performed by Lois Greco

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4/10

Does the Plot Really Matter?

This movie is pure and simple stroke material. Nothing more and nothing less. Especially if you are 14.

A plethora of super hot, flat stomached, implanted, nose jobbed, babes who can't act parade around in too-small bikinis (or less) for 90 minutes.

The acting is horrendous -- especially the men who are the pits and the stereo typed flamer who somehow seems to like girls a bit too much for his character.

But none of that matters because we haven't come here for Shakespeare. We are waiting patiently for the interlude moments when those babes take off every widdle bit of their clothing. In that, the movie delivers every time.