Surf School

Apparently one of the ways you can choose to die when you're sentenced to death is to watch this movie. No one has chosen this route because it too painful a way to go.

This movie is really bad. It should in fact be banned. The video store where I rented this from should really keep movies like this behind the counter, anyone could just pick it up, and rent it.

Basic story.. Underdogs who can't surf have a week to learn how to surf and beat REAL surfers who probably have been surfing all their lives, at the World High School surf championships in Costa Rica. And there seems to only be 3 teams that enter this contest. The local team from Costa Rica. Laguna Beach Team B(<----underdogs) and Laguna Beach Team A (The bad-guys).

This movie sucks so much I can't believe I'm using more then 3 paragraphs to let you know how much it sucks. There's notions of bestiality, lame fart jokes (I thought that fart jokes are alway funny.... I've found a movie where it's not), and a pretty crappy brave-heart imitation. Something about "You can take our lives, but you can't take our SPIRIT!!!). This movie should really be banned. After I've finished this "review" I'm starting a web site where people sign a petition to get crap like this outlawed. If I could give this movie a minus score, I would.

Don't watch it, please, I beg you.... you'll thank me later

I curse the day that IMDb didn't put an option to be able to vote 0 for a film. Even 1 is far too much of an accolade for this steaming pile of horse manure The film is just plain terrible its like they took gross out clichéd clips of jokes from other films and ran them one after another on here. The acting is terrible and the gratuitous shots of dumb bimbos got tedious and repetitive.

Don't watch this, even if your into all the topless or bikini clad girls. The films is just plain pathetic.

This film has a laughable plot, has no comedy, and bad acting, in fact its a travesty it was ever made. I though I would never say this, but I'd rather watch a Uwe Boll movies instead of this.

Surf School is without question one of the worst movies I've ever had the misfortune to watch. It's dull, predictable, poorly conceived and painfully unfunny. The characters are paper thin and the plot lurches awkwardly from one yawn-inducing scene to the next. There is not a single original or entertaining moment in the entire 85 or so minutes. This film tries to position itself as a comedy in the vein of American Pie but whilst that movie (and it's first sequel) succeeded at being both entertaining and engaging Surf School fails spectacularly on both counts.

This movie should not be watched by anyone ever.

As a side note I find it interesting that the people who have left comments raving about how great this movie is have never commented on any other films. Draw from that your own conclusions.

it's interesting to note that teens, college kids reviewing here - view movies - as nothing more than a 'bunch of stuck together bits'. minds seem unable to think in terms of a integrated 'whole'.

cant believe i'm even taking time to write how excruciatingly awful unfunny boring clichéd this unspeakable thing was, the movie studio allowing him to make it must have been because they wanted to see him

as the assistant manager at a taco bell not writing producing movies - that is the only possible explanation

with something this bad one must not have many friends to clue you in before it too late 'hey this is bad bad bad' 7th graders on you tube have better writing skills.

i'm demanding my rental fee be waived on principle when i sheepishly have to walk this turkey of all turkeys in.

i wonder if class action suits might be possible against the studio and producer for foisting this on unsuspecting consumers as a 'comedy'. the supreme court surely would assess this as 'cruel and unusual punishment' even for multiple victim murders. studio dweebs out there - how in the name of creation does something this BAD get produced?! That is what i'd like to know.

BTW, the manager at my Blockbuster consented to waive the rental charge..and added she's heard that from EVERYONE.

Where do I start. Well, after deciding this would be an excellent Friday evening movie, my wife and I made popcorn, fixed some drinks and got comfy on the couch. The evening was set, once I hit play on the remote to start the epic movie journey, referred to as surf school. The movie extravaganza that followed single handedly changed my perception of any future cinema experience.

It was interesting that at about the 6 minute mark of the movie, the plot started to become apparent. This was about the same time I finished my first drink, whereby and tried to use the glass tumbler to slash my arteries to end the painful sensation I was experiencing through the TV screen. This may sound extreme, but I suggest you only question those other lost souls who have witnessed this movie to at least try to understand. Glancing at my wife who loves a good comedy, I found her in the fetal position, shaking and inconsolable due to the footage she had to endure. And this was only now 7 minutes in.

We made it to the end of the film, thinking to ourselves it couldn't get any worse. However, the Jews said that early in World war 2 and we were both wrong.

The ending made my day however, the Gothic chick with no mates turned out to be a blond babe who could instantly surf, meaning everyone was happy and lived happily ever after on the beach. I will admit, any movie that is strong enough to tie up all the loose ends in such a way is pure production and directional brilliance.

The movie was nothing short of a modern day cinematic classic, up there with the godfather, the shaw-shank redemption and that opening sequence of saving private Ryan.

I recommend it be played to suspects during police interrogations in order to seek quick confessions, whereby people will admit to anything in order to have it turned off.

Should you be on a date with a new partner and it isn't working out so well, pop this DVD in and they will be gone in no time, never to return.

Watch at your own peril.