Release Date: 1987
Directed by: Peter George
Written by: Jon Ayre
Music by: Jon McCallum
Cast: Gail Neely, Barry Brenner, Robert Harden, Tom Demenkoff
The Institute, Troma Entertainment, 83 Minutes
*written in 2014.
“I am the Fuhrer of the beach!” – Adolf
As I’ve been watching through a lot of old school Troma films the last week or so, I have become reacquainted with Surf Nazis Must Die.
This film is shitty, even for Troma’s standard. It had a few things about it that felt somewhat commendable but never really developed into anything worthwhile.
The cinematography wasn’t as inventive and fine-tuned as the other well-known Troma pictures and for the most part, it doesn’t really seem to fit the same visual style that their other films had in this era.
Surf Nazis Must Die is more low budget looking than normal and the gore is severely toned down and a lot less gratuitous than say The Toxic Avenger or Class of Nuke ‘Em High. At the same time, it wasn’t produced by Troma, it was just distributed by them.
The premise is ridiculous, as it should be but I really couldn’t get invested in it. I really didn’t care, truthfully.
The thing is, the title of the film makes it seem like a bad ass post-grindhouse grind house film. I love films where Nazis are villains and I loved the old surf film era of the 60s. What seemed like a Tromaville parody of those two things, was just a mishmash of shit that quickly hit the floor.
So does this Troma picture get to go through the trusty Cinespiria Shitometer? Oh, yeah! As “Macho Man” Randy Savage would say. The results read, “Type 6 Stool: Fluffy pieces with ragged edges, a mushy stool.”