AO Scott in the NYT likes the new “summer guilty-pleasure movie about surfing”, “Blue Crush”:
But still, it’s hard to resist being swept up in “Blue Crush,” not least because David Hennings’s shimmery photography carries the breeze and spray of the island right into the theater. The movie is also the latest example of a subgenre that might be called feminexploitation. (Earlier examples include “Bring It On” and “Charlie’s Angels.”) The idea is to find heroines who are strong, tough, capable and resilient, but who also look fabulous in bathing suits and other revealing attire. The audience appeal is theoretically universal. You can ogle Anne Marie and her friends or you can aspire to be just like them, or even a little of both. Whatever gets you stoked, dude.
And it also includes this zinger of a movie reference: “The romance that follows is basically that of a gender-reversed ‘Dirty Dancing’: Anne Marie gives Matt surfing lessons (for which he overpays her) and begins to worry that he is using her.”
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