Matthew Clewley brings us this Mickey’s Summer Resort review, a film brought to us by Tony Young, one of the co-writers of Samurai Cop 2.
A Catholic Schoolboy with a supernatural power is hired as a screener at his Grandpa’s nudist resort. But conflicts that stem from living in a naturist resort don’t necessarily come from the outside.
Mickey’s Summer Resort is not something I was expecting to review during the start Jubilee Bank Holiday, but I have decided to delve into the infinite ocean of indie films to see if this is a treasure amongst them.
However, 4 minutes into the film and it seems like I’ve found an old boot with a portal to an infinite world of crap.
It follows Micky who is very curious about naturists watching interviews with nudists who find clothes restricting. As you can tell, he wants to be open and free with his business swinging left and right like the camera staff’s skills.
He gets hired as a Screener at this Naturist resort after a questionable job interview. He does harbour supernatural powers where he can “zap” people he doesn’t like into dimensions that aim to torture them.
As you can tell by the plot it doesn’t promise much, so my quest might be in vain. In fact, it just becomes more unhinged as the seconds roll on. Even these supernatural powers seem to be shrugged off when they are exposed.
Halfway through the film we’re introduced to a mighty plot twist where we find out Micky is a paranormal experiment and ends up in this filtered screen battle. The loose ends just end up being tangled up in a knot of confusion.
The sound balance feels like I’ve been kidnapped and thrown into an airtight container that’s being shipped to Boston. If I close my eyes I can even simulate that whilst this is on in the background. The music sounds like someone is sitting on top of the container with a Bluetooth speaker blasting out.
This movie is as awkward as calling your Doctor for your first prostate exam, but even then there is some form of pleasure in that.
In fact, the nudity is probably the most comfortable thing about it. There are a couple of humorous scenes, but the main joy I got from this was a few seconds of a cat walking by.
Alicia Arden is probably the only person in this movie who can act, but I can’t imagine she put this on her CV. The acting from everybody else makes The Room look like The Shawshank Redemption.
I appreciate this is an indie film, but there are tremendous films out there on less of a budget.
Micky’s Summer Resort shows so much sunshine that any logic and professionalism is sunburnt into ashes.
It’s a bizarre tribute to nudists, which in no disrespect to them, is something we didn’t even ask for and didn’t need.
Mickey’s Summer Resort Review by Matthew Clewley
Our Rating
Summary
A film i’d much rather not watch again. From terrible sound design to quite a pointless plot and development it just feels like a feature so unnecessary with the nudey bits the only highlight of the entire thing!
