This is another one that can be best described as being dumb. Just dumb.
With a title like Bikini Island, you might think that this movie is about the atomic bomb tests of 1946. No such luck. Instead, Bikini Island is about five models who are competing to be the next covergirl for Swimwear Illustrated. They have gathered on an island off the coast of California, along with a makeup artist, a photographer, an assistant, and the publisher of SI. The competition is fierce but it gets even fiercer once someone starts murdering the models and the magazine staff. Since the killer forges goodbye notes, no one suspects the truth until a random arrow attack, much like the one that took out Albert Hall in Apocalypse Now, is launched towards the end of the movie.
In the 90s, Bikini Island was a staple of late night Cinemax. No one will admit to having watched it but every male who grew up in the 90s did. It pretends to be a slasher film but mostly it’s just concerned with getting the cast in their bikinis as quickly as possible. The movie tries to generate suspense over who the murderer is but eventually gives up and just keeps killing people until there’s only one suspect left. If Bikini Island is remembered for anything, it is the scene where the killer uses a toilet plunger to suffocate a victim. That’s about as imaginative as things get.
Usually, when I don’t have much to say about a movie, I’ll find an excuse to share that picture of Burt Reynolds giving the thumbs up at the end of Shattered: If Your Kid’s On Drugs. Bikini Island is not worth even that much effort.
Dumb. Just dumb.