Critic Reviews

Return to the Blue Lagoon, which was produced and directed by reliable TV veteran William A. Graham, who should know better, might make it with junior high audiences. The Fiji locales are gorgeous and the Basil Pouledouris score unashamedly lush.

The movie is occasionally cutesy. That's the worst of it. You can't call it gross, but it is cutesy.

A movie whose best features are its lush tropical vistas has evident limitations.

Granted, you don't expect much from a movie like this: azure seas and honey-dripped sunsets, perhaps, a little titillation and a few wicked laughs. But Robert Steadman's photography lacks the imagination of Almendros' work on The Blue Lagoon, and the rare erotic moments are no match for the dumbness of Leslie Stevens' script. [03 Aug 1991, p.C3]

Like a sex education film made by semi-liberated nuns, the movie keeps its sticky truths hidden beneath a veneer of leering cleanliness.

A half-sequel, half-remake of the Brooke Shields surprise hit from 1980. Once more, a pair of tanned teens have fun in the sun on the beach, though with less nudity, more discreet sex, and an increase in environmental consciousness. [31 Jul 1991]

Return to the Blue Lagoon aspires to the soft-core porn achievements of the earlier film, but succeeds instead of creating a new genre, no-core porn.

Return to the Blue Lagoon is a pointless spinoff of the 1980 hit, which was itself a remake of a 1949 British pic.

The sequel is not as bad as the original, but it doesn't have to be much to accomplish that small feat and it isn't.

A dull-witted variation on the themes of the original Blue Lagoon, in which two young people (played by Brooke Shields and Christopher Atkins) were stranded on a tropical island.