Can it be another sun-baked excuse for sexual basking under the Florida skies? If you're the kind of viewer who perspires just thinking about tan lines and thong bikinis, CAN IT BE LOVE is your pail of beach sand.
Two geeks land in Fort Lauderdale with but one plan in mind: to score, score, score. While Jim (Charles Klausmeyer) pines for true love with a big-breasted smalltown girl, his buddy Dave (Richard Beaumont) dreams of dating a Delta sorority slut. After running afoul of a muscleman named Pig Iron
(Wally "The Wall" Marcus Mueller), the boys get duped out of a room deposit by a sleazy hotelier and nearly miss a date with potential main squeezes Lisa (Mary Ann Mixon) and Jesse (Jennifer Langdon). Before all this, the college nerds have also found time to drool at a wet T-shirt contest and to
witness a buxom babe being covered with whipped cream.
Romantic salvation for Dave and Jim arrives when ersatz sorority chick Dyanne Drake (Blake Pickett) reveals that she's really a private detective. By midnight, Dyanne must locate the missing heiress to a fortune; her only clue is that the girl is a Delta with a rose tatoo in a private place.
Enlisting the boys' help, Dyanne transforms the two rubes into hot jocks so that they can finesse the entire sorority into disrobing. After a few more scrapes with Pig Iron who's been hired by a rival faction laying claim to the late millionaire's money, the fellows discover that Lisa is the
rose-tatooed heiress just in the nick of time.
Inane, sexist and filled with enough contemporary music to fill a stack of CDs, CAN IT BE LOVE is surprisingly painless. As the two dweebs-in-the-woods, Klausmeyer and Beaumont exhibit expert comic timing and laid-back personalities that keep this thinly plotted comedy skipping along.
Since the women are gorgeous, and some of the gags (one Delta girl's favorite book is Bambi's Pop-Up Christmas) are occasionally funny, CAN IT BE LOVE is perfect party fare for horny teens and their leering college-age counterparts. However, women who do not gauge their own worth by the size of
their brassieres and who wouldn't strip on the flimsiest of pretexts offered by a frat brat, may want to avoid this sun-drenched journey into the male libido. (Profanity, nudity.) leave a comment
