For anyone who grew up in the Sixties or Seventies these movies were weekend getaways. If you weren't living on one of the beaches of California it was an escape to warmer climes, and the freedom from or lack of any authority figures. if only for a little while. Curled up on the floor in a bean bag chair with some buttered popcorn, a coke and a warm blanket while snow drifts piled up high outside. Waiting for Eric Von Zipper to give himself the finger once again.
This, the first in the series of beach party films from AIP, is the best of the bunch in my opinion.