This was close to being a great sex-comedy, but just strayed a little too close to the good taste line to really be one of the all-timers. You'd think a movie about bikini's would have more nudity, but it was fairly restrained in that regard and even the ending that should have been loaded with it was cut short. Not enough over the top gags or hijinks but it did have the whole "we need to make money in a week to save the store" plot line. Fun and slight, but needed an injection of raunch to really set sail.

Clean cut college grad Michael David Wright (as Alan Finston) and hunky blonde brother Bruce Greenwood (as Todd Finston) inherit "The Malibu Bikini Shop" as part of their aunt's Ida's estate. While they decide whether or not to liquidate, you get an ample look at dozens of young women in bikinis. Writer/director David Wechter starts it off with in loving fashion. There are close-ups of bikini tops. There are close-ups of bikini bottoms. There are also some topless treats, but not as close-up. The plot has the lads in danger of losing the shop, due to Mr. Wright's cranky fiancée Debra Blee (as Jane Rutledge). In one of his last appearances, veteran Frank Nelson (as Richard J. Remington) leads an adept supporting cast.***** The Malibu Bikini Shop (10/86) David Wechter ~ Michael David Wright, Bruce Greenwood, Barbara Horan, Frank Nelson

Just a fun movie set in the 80's before political correctness, which has driven movies to be largely manufactured with the same plots, and with a single developed character (supporting actors with real roles has become a thing of the past). The feminists will scream exploitation, but it's harmless fun, and extremely tame compared to what teenagers now watch on the internet by comparison - just bikinis and a few boobs. It's a fact of life that men will always look at women, especially good looking ones; and this film has a number of them, plus some good music. The plot was never meant to be drama, but just a light weight comedy about two boys inheriting a bikini shop - every guys dream; and their attempts to save it with marketing initiatives worth seeing. It was never attempting to win an academy award - the film doesn't take itself seriously; but rather just providing light titillation with a few chuckles & smiles. No murders or gratuitous violence; you just end up with a grin after watching it. Our world could do worse.

It was at my next-door neighbours house that I first saw "The Bikini Shop," I was eight years old and very grateful. Tonight, some 14 years later I was reminded of the movie, when dinner conversation turned to two way mirrors.To my surprise the local video store still had a copy so I forked out my hard earned $2 for the weekly and re-lived the glory of poor writing, bad lighting, over acting and no name talent all in the name of BOOBIES!.The story is that ancient old one of, boy meets girl - boy runs a bikini shop his late aunty has left him - boy wins over girl. Throw in a baddie, an old flame he is trying to be rid of, a rambunctious brother and some trippy dream sequences and you have 90 minutes of a flimsy story line standing in the way of the meaning of life for most fellas - naked women.