How bad is it? Unimaginative beach flick with decent soundtrack.
Should you see it? No.
There are some differences between this film and the beach films of the 1960's: a black cast, a hip-hop soundtrack and the replacement of innuendo with raunch; it's at best a lateral shift. A chubby poet forced to work at a hamburger stand gets convinced by his cooler friend to borrow his father's car (here I was hoping for a little Ferris Bueller-style shenanigans) and drive to the beach, where they encounter a bevy of attractive women. Our hero doesn't want to bed someone unless he gets to know her - how quaint! - and he ends up in a $10000 volleyball tournament (which is like films going back to the 1930's and "let's put on a show!") Even the volleyball game isn't shot well. Coolio shows up for a couple of lines and Tiny Lister for a silent cameo. The soundtrack doesn't gel with the action and it appears that the music was given far more consideration than the script.