What's most fun about Wild Malibu Weekend is the fact that the bulk of the movie appears to have been shot in one continuous 30-minute take, most of which is consumed by surf-punk band The Ultramatics playing so-so tunes. In the meantime, a bunch of amateur actresses with breast implants blather about gratuitous nudity, while the bikini contest host mugs and ad-libs in a way that makes Creepy Uncle Carl nervous.

The DVD

Video:
The pro-manufactured DVD check-disk sports a horrific 1.33:1 fullframe transfer. Bad graphics are pixilated, the picture seems to have interlacing problems that miraculously run horizontally and vertically, colors are washed out a bit, and the image is otherwise soft. Your consumer-grade VHS camcorder from 1995 can do just as good a job.

Sound:
Stereo Audio is of equally low quality.

Extras:
I don't know what I would have done if I had needed to sit through extras for this movie, other than the usual Code Red Trailers.

Final Thoughts:
According to the final sentence of my notes, the "whipped-cream scene has destroyed my soul." It's never something you want associated with your T & A Comedy, but this one is truly a soul crusher. Terrible performances, zero plot, fake boobs and shamelessly derelict padding make 70 minutes seem interminable. Skip It? You bet.

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