A sort of poor man's TEQUILA SUNRISE, RED SURF is strictly cinema for the brain dead. Or maybe for surfers. Suffused in warmed-over, whiny southern California angst, and revolving around a former champion surfer who has turned to drug running, RED SURF is a self-consciously significant
beach movie in which the usual shrill, high-decibel rambunctiousness alternates with tinny, overwrought drama. Watching it can give you a headache, making you wonder if surfers ever just talk to each other, rather than screaming, flapping their arms, and yanking each other around by the lapels as
they do here. RED SURF's characters also have dopey nicknames, like Attila and True Blue...