Released: May 01st, 1993
Running Time: 80
Company: Imperial Entertainment
Cast: Gary Orona, Neriah NaPaul, Suzanne Browne, Rikki Brando, Kristi Ducati
Critical Rating: Not Yet Rated
The Bikini Carwash Company which was introduced in the prequel has now become so successful thanks to its bikini-attired employees, that a leveraged buyout king wants to take over the enterprise. Call it a kind of "Boobarians At The Gate," if you will.
However, owner Melissa Reese (Kristi Ducati) discovers that the new management wants to raze the hallowed institution for a condo development. Thus sets the plot in motion for Bikini Carwash Company II as Melissa and her friends set out to raise the needed buy-back capital through a cable-access lingerie network. Cute hook, with loads of T&A potential that's never (fully) realized or, perhaps, intentionally so.
Something doesn't add up. Bikini Carwash Company II has cuter babes, a better script, shorter skirts, higher heels, better cinematography, better music, glitzier production values, better sets, it's wittier and, numerically, it fields a staggering supporting cast. But in ensuring all of these elements, the film lacks the sleaze that made its predecessor (last year's Best Alternative Tape nominee) so charming and full of raw, unsophisticated, and unfettered spirit. This one's too slick, and, thus, too cautious.
Trying to recapture lightning in a bottle is difficult, if not downright impossible. Only I get the distinct impression the subtext of Bikini Carwash Company II is almost an apology for the unbridled horseplay of the original. There's a load of topless scenes to be sure (only one scene, however, features full nudity— about three seconds worth) but, big deal. It needs to go all the way for classic status. Even Ducati, who did full nudity in the first film, keeps her panties on this time around. There are no half measures. You either make a skinflick, or you don't.
Wuh happened? Who knows, but a practiced eye can see all the nudus-interruptus gimmicks coming around the corner ready to bust up the fun. Ahem. Too bad. It's frustrating beyond words for the flesh connoisseur, and this picture, like last year's Bikini Summer II, had masterpiece written all over it.