The Malibu Bikini Shop

It was at my next-door neighbours house that I first saw "The Bikini Shop," I was eight years old and very grateful. Tonight, some 14 years later I was reminded of the movie, when dinner conversation turned to two way mirrors.

To my surprise the local video store still had a copy so I forked out my hard earned $2 for the weekly and re-lived the glory of poor writing, bad lighting, over acting and no name talent all in the name of BOOBIES!.

The story is that ancient old one of, boy meets girl - boy runs a bikini shop his late aunty has left him - boy wins over girl. Throw in a baddie, an old flame he is trying to be rid of, a rambunctious brother and some trippy dream sequences and you have 90 minutes of a flimsy story line standing in the way of the meaning of life for most fellas - naked women.