The film is about a 18-year-old girl named Dana who escaped from her Beverly Hills home to the shores of South Africa. South Africa is the site of the world's great waves, with Dana holding her mother's magazine in her hand. Now, Dana sits with a heterogeneous gang of windsurfers watching her back, as she embarks on a journey along the southern coast of Africa at that moment.
Considering the rotten quality of the original film, it seems all the sequel had to do was show up and surf. Instead, we get elephant poaching and endless looks of pinched bewilderment. I've never missed John Stockwell more.
