(2002)
As the film starts, two branches of an archeology team
are working simultaneously to prove that American Indians traded with South Sea
Islanders. One group, consisting of two guys and Allysin Chaynes, are in the Mojave desert,
and the other group, consisting of Holly Hollywood and Jana Cova, are in French
Polynesia. Both groups discover identical pottery, seeming to prove their
point, but are notified that their funding has suddenly expired.
Allysin Chaynes then does
what she always does when something goes wrong, she gets laid.
This is also what she does when something goes right.
Or even when things just cruise along on an even keel.
Jana Cova and Holly Hollywood also react true to form -- they do each other. Then a
native girl, Teanna Kai, tells them about a rich surfer dude who is looking for the
perfect wave. So what do the two do? Why each other, of course, but they can't
get rich dude interested in joining the mix. Rather, he wants Teanna Kai, who
is willing. Surfing Rich Guy is then satisfied sexually, but is still not
persuaded to part with any of his moola to support archeology. Then both teams
find evidence that the surfer's father died doing the very same research.
Moved by tears of improbable coincidence, he decides to supply the funding.
Allysin Chaynes is so happy that she ...
I'll bet you can guess this plot twist.
The women are attractive, the
music is not bad, the photography is decent, and having two locations helped
reduce the boredom. The sex scenes seem to go on forever, however. Let's say
it's a passable but not compelling genre flick.