Director: Andy Sidaris
Stars: Ronn Moss, Dona Speir, Hope Marie Carlton
A group of buxom secret agents must take down drug dealers, diamond smugglers, and a carcinogenic snake.
The name Andy Sidaris may not have the same recognition as more famous B-movie auteurs like Roger Corman or Lloyd Kaufman, but Sidaris’ run of ridiculous and raunchy flicks in the 80s and 90s definitely earns him a spot on the list. Sidaris started as an Emmy-winning sports broadcaster and found fame in his shameless tendency to focus the camera on cheerleaders and female members of the crowd. Since the American dream is alive and well, the trendsetting filmmaker was able to parlay this brief popularity in to a full fledged cinematic universe that he later dubbed his “Bullets, Bombs and Babes” series, a string of low-budget action movies all set in Hawaii and all starring Playboy and Penthouse models. Films like SAVAGE BEACH, MALIBU EXPRESS, FIT TO KILL and perhaps his most famous creative endeavor—HARD TICKET TO HAWAII.
AMERICA! F*CK YEAH!
Like most of Sidaris’ movies, HARD TICKET TO HAWAII is light on actual plot, although not for lack of trying. The filmmaker shoves so much potential story in to 90 minutes and then proceeds to completely ignore it in favor of things he finds more interesting (read: BOOBS). In no particular order, this movie features a group of agents (the specific agency is never named) trying to take down a drug cartel who killed some local cops, two women being chased by thieves who use remote control helicopters to smuggle stolen diamonds, a rookie sports broadcaster trying to get his big break, multiple romantic relationships, a kidnapping and rescue, and much more. None of these subplots are ever fleshed out or arranged in any kind of discernible order, although to be fair that’s not really a requirement to enjoy what this movie has to offer.
The Wallace Shawn Fan Club could never get enough.
The most memorable part of the story, however, has to go down as one of the more baffling subplots ever conceived: a cancer-causing snake. Early in the movie, two busty cargo pilots/secret agents are transporting a giant python to be released at a nature preserve. Through a clerical error though, instead of a normal python, the pilots are actually carrying a giant pissed-off python contaminated with radiation that bites people and transmits carcinogens in to their bodies, giving them quick and deadly cancer. (If this description raises some questions, you can be assured that HARD TICKET TO HAWAII does not answer any of them.) Of course the snake escapes once the plane lands and proceeds to wreak havoc on the island while still remaining completely separate from the rest of the plot, as if they finished shooting the movie and realized they needed to add another 10 minutes. The snake just pops up every once in a while, kills someone, and then disappears. This is repeated until the end when a man on a motorcycle drives through a house and blows it up with a bazooka. (More on this later.)
And that would be the last time Cheryl ate Indian food.
If the above plot description sounds like a thinly-veiled excuse for some cheap thrills and nudity, then you would be correct. HARD TICKET TO HAWAII is the kind of movie you’d find on HBO or Cinemax late at night when you were a kid. Sexual innuendo runs rampant and there’s always random shots of women hanging out topless or changing clothes for no reason. (Well, aside from the obvious reason.) At one point two women are attacked by men with machine guns and narrowly escape by plane. Their natural response? “What just happened? We better go to the jacuzzi to talk about it while naked.”
Even the softcore sex scenes are more goofy than titillating, especially thanks to the dialogue. Here are a couple of painful examples:
Woman: “You can’t control my life.”
Man: “I don’t want to control your life. What I want to do is suck the polish off your toes.”
Woman: [looks at him lovingly after sex] “So tell me, what do you feel?”
Man: [looks at her body] “One man’s dream is another man’s lunch.”
Woman: “You son of a bitch.”
Despite what his wife said, Tom was beginning to think that size might actually matter.
So far we’ve only scratched the surface of what makes HARD TICKET TO HAWAII so special, but it’s really the culmination of so many memorable moments:
Behold: The world’s most deadly and totally tubular assassin.
In summation, HARD TICKET TO HAWAII is definitely worth your time.
Terrible sexual innuendo, racist and sexist dialogue, and so much more.
The best action and kills, loud sex and random snake attacks.
Yes, lots, all of the time.
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