I actually bought the VHS of this movie strictly in order to watch Farrah's (alas, all-too-brief) scuba scene about one-third through. (I hope there is a DVD in the works; the VHS of this scene is rather grainy.) Watching her swim in that French-cut white shorty is a treat for any guy, especially a diver like myself. Also, for aficionados of "only-in-a-Hollywood-movie" moments, it belongs right up there.Farrah signs up for a scuba diving class so she can surreptitiously board a suspicious yacht anchored in Acapulco Bay. After donning the jaw-dropping wet suit, we see her hoisting her tank onto her back by herself. Hey, all I can say is, if that were any scuba group that I have ever been a part of - and an unaccompanied woman built like her showed up wearing THAT wet suit - the guys would be tripping over each other to say, "Let ME give you a hand with that, ma'am, and by the way, do you need a dive buddy?" Which leads to the next problem. Once underwater, Farrah manages to slip away unseen from the rest of the group in order to swim to the aforesaid yacht. Like I said, riiiiggght.....With every male eye in the group fastened on her, the chances of that happening are somewhere south of zero.Only in Hollywood, of course. Memo to Farrah: being undercover means NOT calling attention to yourself. Next time, wear an ill-fitting black wetsuit, or better yet, a full dry-suit. Nobody will give you a second look.

A forgettable easygoing romp in the rich tourist section of Mexico, this movie was hamstrung from the beginning with its insurance scam plot - not an exciting prospect. Grodin is the maverick investigator whom the head of the insurance company wants on the job even though he caused them some problems in the past. Grodin plays this sort of slack jawed throughout, to the point of annoyance. Farrah joins up as his make believe wife. This was Farrah in her prime, just post the silly Angels TV show and before she got into serious actress mode. It's her middle film in the 'S' trio - all of which bombed. She & Grodin are incompatible, in more ways than one, and the fact she does end up in bed with him feeds the fantasies of many a middle-aged males. Art Carney's a private eye employed by Grodin; he brings in the usual feisty old man humor. Joan Collins shows up as a rich, horny wife. A lot of the scenes are plain stupid, such as Grodin dressing up in a night prowler outfit for no reason, other than to appear stupid. But, since all of this takes place in hot weather, Farrah usually wears something skimpy. There's also a fairly exciting car chase in the last third, including a run-in with a bull - some of those shots looked very realistic, to the detriment of the bull.

After capturing the hearts and minds of most teen boys in America, Farrah Fawcett branched out into posters and films. Leaving behind "Charlie's Angels" and fame and fortune, Farrah embarked on her "S" trilogy. The middle installment in the trilogy was aptly titled "Sunburn"(the other two movies were called "Somebody Killed Her Husband" and "Saturn 3") and involved Miss Farrah's teaming with Charles Grodin and their ability to portray themselves as husband and wife. The reason for the elaborate ruse is to clean up a phony suicide claim. Insurance fraud has never seemed more exciting as it does here, where you can walk outside into the streets of Acapulco or slip into a million dollar chateau for a cocktail party. Speaking of posters this film has one of the best: Farrah in a one-piece that defies gravity, Grodin with a sidearm and Art Carney parachuting in on a pair of sunglasses with the ocean in the background. Oh, well, maybe you should purchase the poster instead. But if you don't wish to watch three straight Farrah Fawcett films on a summer' afternoon, pair this one up with the Mexican-set, Neo-Noir classic, "Against All Odds."

It's been years since I've seen Sunburn from start to finish, but I still get a glimpse of parts of it from time to time. I taped it on TV in October 1985...then decided to tape the baseball playoffs (I'm a St. Louis Cardinals fan.) & wound up taking over about 40% of it.It's still fun to watch that part of it, though. It confirms my belief that America (or the world) has never had a more gorgeous sex symbol than the scrumptious Ms. Fawcett (or Mrs. Majors, as I think she still was in 1979)! My TV & VCR were both brand new in late 1985 & the quality of the tape was surprisingly good...and has remained so over the years. Just watching Farah (and wishing I were Grodin!) is a fun way to pass some time. The plot was OK & the rest of the cast decent enough...but I have to admit that FFM's sexappeal & charisma make it a special one for me...even if it DOES jump from Farrah lying on a bed to a ground ball suddenly being hit to a second baseman! lol