This is one of legendary auteur Andy Sidaris' later efforts, and the cracks are beginning to show in his formula.The women who are the centrepiece of his films used to be somewhat enhanced, but by this point, they are positively deformed. It is a wonder they can stand up, let alone perform. The standard Sidaris squib shootout in the woods becomes even less believable than usual when your leading ladies can no longer hide behind a tree without something sticking out.The early pacing in the film is slow, and if you've been watching Andy's films in order, the action set-pieces look recycled.The female leads in this effort make you realise that previous Sidaris muses Dona Speir, Hope Marie Carlton and Roberta Vasquez, while not actually great actors, brought a ton more enthusiasm, effort and fun to their parts than the cast of 'Return to Savage Beach'. Julie Strain, in particular, recites her lines as if she'd rather be anywhere else.However, their male beefcake counterparts are dull enough to make the women look vaguely competent.The upsides? Gerald Okamura has fun with his brief screen time and Sidaris regular Rodrigo Obregon is very enjoyable, even channelling a bit of Gomez Addams when he dances with Carrie Westcott's character/breasts. So, not primo triple-G entertainment. You can find more enjoyment in earlier works like 'Hard Ticket', 'Do or Die' or a few others from this director. They have essentially the same ingredients, but are just better cooked.

This (and ALL Sidaris movies) are just soft core porn. PERIOD. End of sentence. Terrible on every other level. At least he goes to the trouble to recruit world class eye candy, but don't expect ANYTHING else. Since I have to fill in more comments, I will do it in in tribute to this borderline porn. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. Big boobs. and...... Big boobs.

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

This has everything you could ever want in a horrible movie: awful dialogue, atrotious acting, zero story, gigantic breasts, explosions, a villian in a Phantom of the Opera mask, and Buff Bagwell! Great to watch with a group of people with a sense of humor.