Baywatch – Film Review

There was hope Baywatch would be another meta-infused, smart-yet-silly TV show remake in the mould of the Jump Street movies. Sadly, this hackneyed reboot doesn’t even come close to matching the admittedly high bar set by Phil Lord and Christopher Miller. Instead, it takes everything beloved about one of the 90s’ cheesiest guilty pleasures – the stunning beach vistas, mild peril and, yes, bouncing boobs – and drowns them in a tidal wave of confused plotting, clunky one-liners and clanging stupidity.


One-man charisma machine Dwayne Johnson is our David Hasselhoff surrogate, playing overzealous guardian of the sands Mitch Buchannon, who leads a crack team of impossibly attractive lifeguards tasked with saving lives on what has to be the most dangerous stretch of beach in the world. Needing to repair the division’s public image in order to secure extra funding, Mitch is forced to recruit obnoxious Olympian Matt Brody (Zac Efron), a disgraced pro-swimmer whose party boy antics earned him the nickname The Vomit Comet (and, yes, he does throw up in this movie. Twice.). Together with the rest of Mitch’s team, who appear so infrequently they’re barely worth a mention, they attempt to take down a nefarious drug dealer who’s responsible for a number of dead bodies that keep washing up on shore.


The movie is at it’s best when it’s sending up the inherently ridiculous concept of lycra-clad lifeguards fighting crime. A slick opening rescue mission, which ends with Johnson’s Mitch striding out of the ocean, a prone wind-surfer in his arms, as the title splashes down behind him in giant, gaudy letters is the standout sequence; but there’s also some decent gags aimed at the TV show’s signature use of slow-mo and a clever repurposing of actual plotlines for some of the team’s previous investigations. Disappointingly, such zingers are few and far between as the filmmakers seem to be torn between making a whip-smart spoof of the TV show or a more straightforward comedy about the importance of teamwork. It ends up doing neither particularly well.


Without a clear focus, screenwriters Damian Shannon and Mark Swift resort to relying on weak put-downs (“Bath time, shit head.”), boner gags, and occasional attempts at edginess which actually come across as tasteless missteps (“You’re like the Stephen Hawking of swimming, without the paralysis part.”). Don’t expect the story to offer much respite, though. The half-baked plot, which sees Priyanka Chopra’s sultry villainess scheming to privatise the beach so that she can sell drugs in the place she’s already selling drugs, is the kind of sub-CSI gubbins that would barely fill an episode of the TV series, and so inevitably feels overstretched for a two-hour movie. Add to that a bunch of peril-free set-pieces, not-so-surprise cameos from Hasselhoff and Pamela Anderson (they’re right there in the opening titles) and obvious plot twists with all-too-easy resolutions, and you’ve got a movie flapping helplessly in the water, without even a lifesaver to cling on to.

Runtime: 116 mins (approx.)

Director: Seth Gordon

Screenwriters: Damian Shannon, Mark Swift

Stars: Dwayne Johnson, Zac Efron, Alexandra Daddario, Priyanka Chopra


Bad Neighbours 2: Sorority Rising – Film Review

The original Bad Neighbours was a surprise hit in 2014, hiding a whip smart script behind a cavalcade of gross gags and disreputable behaviour. Seth Rogen and Zac Efron had a sword fight with dildos. Rose Byrne and Rogen had a great bit involving heavily swollen and lactating breasts. That all sounds pretty appalling in retrospect. It was funny at the time.
Unfortunately, time has not been so kind to this most routing of follow-ups, where a decent story and some amusing set-pieces have been heavily diluted by the same old sequel product.
In Bad Neighbours Rogen and Byrne played Mac and Kelly Radner, new parents battling a neighbouring frat house led by freewheeling party animal Teddy (Efron). This time Chloe Grace Moretz’s newly established sorority has moved in next door to cause a ruckus that threatens the sale of the Radner’s home. The law of sequels dictates that they join forces with a still-listless Teddy to take down the new neighbours before their buyers pull out of the deal.
Though the execution is at times ill-considered, the script once again tackles some smart ideas about feminism and the objectification of women in frat culture. What’s missing, though, is any kind of cutting edge to its humour. A recurring bit about the Rander’s two-year-old daughter playing with a dildo never quite hits the mark, while Billy Eichnar’s amusing cameo as an unhinged real estate agent is sorely underused. The rest is just a basic re-hash of the first movie’s greatest hits – yes, the airbags rear their heads yet again – only this time the jokes are older and a lot less fun. Perhaps it’s not just the characters who need to move on.
Runtime: 92 mins; Genre: Comedy; Released: 6 May 2016;
Director: Nicholas Stoller; Writer: Nicholas Stoller;
Cast: Seth Rogen, Rose Byrne, Zac Efron, Chloe Grace Moretz
Click here to watch the trailer for Bad Neighbours 2: Sorority Rising