Hawaii Calls

Bobby Breen, the singing kid. The formula for his independent movies are simple. A runaway story, at least one famous face (Ned Sparks here) and a bunch of sissy songs. At least his sound felt a little exotic mixing it with the Hawaiian vibes, but still it's all too wholesome for me. The story doesn't really touch even if they pour on the emotions, and they forcefully attached a waste-of-time crime story for a few minutes. They put some effort into the music numbers, but the rest got too mushy.