You know that theory of human cloning that says that if you make a clone of a clone of a clone, the results will be diluted and far less defined than the original the more copies you make? Where the Boys Are is kind of like that. It comes so far down the line of Horny Teenager flicks that even the mere idea feels watered down and diluted. There is nothing here you haven't seen before even from fellow inferior clones.The pitch idea, flimsy as it was, might have seemed tantalizing. There is the typical standard, average story of kids who are up to no good heading to Fort Lauderdale to party and get laid. The twist is that instead of four guys, there are four girls. That's not exactly a step forward for women especially considering that this female quartet is just as boneheaded as any quartet of guys. If that's equality God help us all.The movie follows these four college girls down to Ft. Lauderdale for spring break. There is the potential to build characters there. There's Laurie (Lynn-Holly Johnson, who won a Razzie for this) who thinks and dreams only of hot sex with a hunk. There's Sandra (Wendy Schaal) who seeks the heart of a good man. There's Carol (Lorna Luft) who needs a vacation from her boyfriend. There is Jennie (List Hartman) who is torn between the affections for a stuffy concert pianist and a rocker. The potential, you can see, is there to build some characters but the movie doesn't have that kind of energy. This isn't a movie so much as a checklist of antics from a hundred other party movies.The characters are irritating. They talk in short, clichéd sentences and only do what is required of them by the genre. I could say that the camera loves them but even that little detail is lost on this film. The title suggests more than the movie can provide. Hearing it may illicit memories of the old Connie Francis ditty (never heard here) from the 60s but one look at the film takes a bat that notion. The soundtrack that is on display is dead as a doornail.The only point of interest in this film is to note that it was produced by Allan Carr three years before he produced the Oscar show that paired Snow White and Rob Lowe in a duet of "Proud Mary" and three years after he unleashed The Village People's "Can't Stop the Music" into the very first Best Picture award at the Razzies. 'nuff said.

At first glance, this seems like it should be a mildly entertaining 80's style spring break party/skin flick. What unfolds is a disappointing attempt at a spring break drama. With a cast that includes babes like Lisa Hartman, Wendy Schaal, and playmate Lynn-Holly Johnson, combined with a R-rating, you'd expect to be fulfilled, yet bikini's and crappy drama is all you get. The R-rating isn't close to being justified, and it could've gotten a G-rating save for a few swear words. There's a few scenes that conjure up a brief chuckle, but you're definitely left wanting more, especially in the scenes with Holly-Johnson, who you'd expect to bare some skin considering her Playboy resume, but she appears to think of herself as more of a Thespian, which is ridiculous, considering I think this was her last big screen appearance. Overall I give it a 3. Rent Spring Break instead.....

I've read some bad reviews about the movie. I am not sure why it's considered THAT bad. This is actually cute though it holds no depth who cares? It's a spring break movie for women! And with all the movies of this nature geared toward men, this movie is a pleasant diversion, a fun time when one's choice in movie watching tends toward a fun light party. One could do worse then pick uo this fun, light remake.It's not fantastic but a great 'popcorn" movie to watch and has some sweet moments. I'd rate this 6.5 out of 10 and would recommend as a fun light picture to watch when one wants a break from intensity and feels like a beach party. Look for Lisa Hartmen from Knots Landing-she has a major role.

Allan Carr -- who gave the world both "Grease" movies and "Can't Stop the Music" -- trampled the wonderful 1960 original with this greasy remake, featuring over-the-hill ingenues, a lamely smutty script and just generally poor taste in every possible category.Worth watching as a jaw-dropping example of Reagan-era crassness, perhaps, but that's about it.