From the title, I guess I was expecting bouncy nonsense like Where The Boys Are (1960) or one of the Gidget puff pieces of the early '60's. Instead the 90-minutes flattens out into a talkfest that undermines both hints of comedy and what little music there is. In fact, the poignant Francis is largely wasted amid an expanded cast and forgettable songs. Instead we get an almost endless series of one-on-one personal palavers as the four couples try to straighten out their relationships with nothing more lively than table talk. It's almost like someone's getting paid by the word. What the movie does have are scenic settings of the French and Italian Rivera where the Navy puts into port and their girls follow them. These are certainly visual treats. Also, the little pink jalopy is a good touch that represents the sort of imagination that should have crafted the film as a whole. Anyway, fans looking for beach bunny escapism should unfortunately look elsewhere.
Review of Follow the Boys
