1960's "Where the Boys Are" repainted as a girls-on-the-make fracas during Spring break in Ft. Lauderdale. These four would-be beach bunnies--on loan from a ski college--don't have in-depth conversations (such as arguing if the term for a rest stop cause is "pee-pee", "tinkle", "leak" or "piss"), but the bright, attractive cast and lively music almost makes up for the noodle-headed writing and directing. No one is out to split the atom here; the slick, silly movie has been put together solely to get randy teenagers feeling even randier. Producer Allan Carr liked to say his film was inspired by the comedy-drama of 1960--there's even a credit "suggested by the novel by Glendon Swarthout"--although this one is not officially a remake; however, it was plugged heavily as "Where the Boys Are '84" (Wikipedia still calls it that). One surely misses Connie Francis' soaring version of the Neil Sedaka-Howard Greenfield-penned title tune over Lisa Hartman's here, but comparing the two movies is a useless argument--frankly, the first film wasn't exactly Shakespeare either. *1/2 from ****

Though far from an intelligent production, this 1984 reworking of the 1960 film is nevertheless a fun time capsule of early-to-mid 1980's culture. Forget about plot. This movie is just a mindless and pleasant romp on the beach at Fort Lauderdale before spring breakers were driven out and the monster condos took over the skyline. It features far more location shooting than the original (that one was mostly Hollywood sets) and some interesting 80's music. I am biased; I'm nostalgic for the 80's and I love Fort Lauderdale and Florida, so I may enjoy it more than the average viewer.

Not every film should be a literary gem as life is more than that. "Where the Boys Are" is an honest look at what was going on with the college kids of the time. There is some brief nudity and sexual content that may be mildly distasteful, but that is what was happening in Fort Lauderdale until the late 80's and 90's saw the city powers-that-be effectively sweep the spring break crowd north to Daytona.

Don't build up great expectations and you will probably enjoy this otherwise forgettable flick.

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.....