Surf II is the washed up, bloated corpse of weirdo beach comedies. An almost non-stop, stream-of-conscience string of immature buffoonery. No high stakes, no cares, no worries. Just a chill, laid-back assault of stupid, adolescent nonsense. A whacked-out rip current of fence eating, mad science, broken arcade cabinets, sexual innuendo, chainsaw car conversion, soda zombies, sludge eating contents, nerd revenge, cross dressing and Beach Boys tunes. Not all of the gags land, but most of them do (at least for me), and there’s never a time when there’s not something absolutely insane going on. Even if I wasn’t amused, my mind was boggled, and in the world of trash-cinema, that’s just as good.