This is easily the weirdest surf film we’ve seen for a very, very long time. Surfers Sylvi Bodi and Janni Honscheid get up to some pretty freaky shit, at the behest of Playboy head honcho, Hugh Hefner. “Highlights” seems like a strange term to use, so here are the breast bits from the six minutes of madness.
20 seconds: Mermaids appear. That’s not normal.
40 seconds: They’re Beached. Are they alright? I mean, can th… They’re not real mermaids, are they.
56 seconds: The theory or relativity is contemplated.
1.14: One bunny paddles out, as the other has a tinker downstairs. Neither the time, or the place we’d argue.
1.50: Surfing. Actual surfing. Down with this sort of thing.
2.21: This is legitimately rad.
4.20: The mermaids are back! How’s she going to pop-up with her tail?
4.23: Text-book gratuitous arse shot. It was only a matter of time.
4.28: From out of nowhere, somebody produces a bowl of live grubs.
4.36: One of our heroines goes all I’m A Celebrity…
4.41: A bunny is buried alive, arse exposed. What’s that dude doing with a bowl of stones next to her?
4.44: Oh yeah, he’s pouring them over her arse. Is this art?
4.51: Hang on? They’re moving? What the fuck? Things have got all David Lynch, now.
4.59: Yet another gratuitous arse shot. Perverts.
5.31: Now they’re drinking beer under water. Maybe they were mermaids all along?