Beach Babies: A Wobbly, Wonderful Dive into Old-School Beach Fun

Alright, so Beach Babies. This one is for a very particular kind of viewer, let's just get that out there. If you love old movies, the kind where the plot feels like it was sketched on a napkin during lunch, you might actually get a kick out of it. If you're looking for something with a tight script, cutting-edge visuals, or even just *consistent* pacing, you’ll probably be climbing the walls after twenty minutes. It’s a definite skip for the impatient folks. For everyone else, maybe grab a cold drink and just let it wash over you. 🏖️

The whole thing kicks off with Naomi Casey’s character, Betty, trying to convince her pals to spend the summer at a rather run-down beach cottage. Her enthusiasm is, shall we say, infectious, in that charmingly naive way old movie characters often are. You just know something slightly goofy is about to happen.

Evalyn Knapp plays Alice, Betty's slightly more sensible friend, who spends a good chunk of the first act just looking exasperated. Her eye rolls are practically their own character arc. It's subtle, but you see it. Charles Kemper pops up as Bob, the resident goofy guy who seems perpetually confused about why he’s even there. He's got this one scene where he tries to fix a leaky faucet, and it just keeps getting worse, splashing water everywhere. It goes on for a solid minute, maybe more, and it’s genuinely funny, mostly because it feels so unscripted.

The plot, such as it is, centers around these kids trying to put on a show to save the beach house from some vague threat of foreclosure. Or maybe it was just a local dance competition. Honestly, the specifics get a little fuzzy. Joe Hayman and Gordon Bostock, the writers, seemed more interested in letting the actors bounce off each other than crafting a super tight narrative.

There are these moments where the camera just sort of… hangs. Like when Betty is practicing her ukulele, and the shot stays on her for what feels like ages, long after she’s finished playing. You can almost feel the director thinking, “Well, what next?” It’s not boring, exactly. More like you’re just in the room with them, watching life happen, slightly unstaged.

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The crowd scenes at the beach are surprisingly sparse. You see a few people in the background, but it never feels like a bustling summer spot. It's more like a very quiet Tuesday. It lends a strangely intimate feel, though. Like it's *their* beach, and everyone else is just visiting.

One particular moment I kept thinking about was when Bob tries to impress Alice by juggling oranges. He drops every single one, of course. But the way he picks them up, one by one, with this utterly defeated look, it’s just gold. It’s not a big, dramatic scene, but it sticks with you. 🍊

The film gets noticeably better once it stops trying to have any real stakes and just leans into the silliness. There's a whole segment involving a runaway rowboat that is pure slapstick, and it’s probably the strongest part of the movie. No complex emotions, just good old-fashioned physical comedy.

You can tell the film was made on a shoestring budget. The sets are minimal, and the costumes are pretty basic. But there’s a charm to that, too. It feels honest, like these really are just some kids messing around at the beach, not some Hollywood spectacle.

I mean, it’s not going to change your life. It’s not a profound exploration of anything. But sometimes, you just want to watch some young people try to make sense of summer, even if they mostly just make a mess. And Beach Babies delivers on that front. It’s a warm little slice of forgotten cinema. ☀️

Little things I noticed:

• The sound of the ocean is definitely a loop. You hear the same wave crash every few seconds.
• Someone in the background of one shot is clearly looking directly into the camera. Whoops.
• The sun seems to be at the exact same position in the sky for every outdoor scene, regardless of the time of day the scene is supposed to be.
• There's a running gag where someone keeps losing their hat to the wind. It’s simple, but it works.
• The villain, if you can call him that, is so cartoonishly evil, you can't help but laugh a little. He strokes his non-existent mustache.