Private Resort (1985)

Private Resort is the kind of sun-bleached, freewheeling ’80s comedy that plays like a carefree weekend you can drop into—breezy, shameless, and powered by two young leads who haven’t yet learned to coast. Watching Johnny Depp and Rob Morrow bounce off each other is the real pleasure here: their buddy chemistry gives the movie a scrappy charm even when the humor veers into broad, bikini-gag territory. The resort setting keeps everything bright and buoyant while a mischievous criminal wrinkle adds just enough chaos to keep the antics moving. It’s definitely not for viewers who dislike dated sex-comedy tropes and moderate nudity, but if you’re in the mood for a light, silly time capsule with genuine youthful energy, it’s an easy, oddly endearing watch.

Private Resort is aiming for a breezy, sun-soaked teen sex comedy with a side of slapstick crime caper, and you can see the blueprint it’s trying to follow. The problem is the jokes often land with a thud, the pacing drifts, and the whole thing leans heavily on ogling and goofy misunderstandings instead of clever writing or real momentum. If you’re not in the mood for ’80s “boys on the prowl” humor, moderate nudity played for laughs, and a pretty thin plot built around a stolen necklace, this will feel like a long weekend you didn’t sign up for. The main redeeming factor is the novelty of early Johnny Depp (and a bit of carefree resort atmosphere), but don’t expect it to be sharper or funnier than its reputation suggests.