You'll hate yourself for laughing during odd moments of Buford's Beach Bunnies, but you can't help it because some of the humor in this darkly comic T&A film about a guy too shy to get laid, is positively absurd.
This "beach" flick (lots of establishing shots of wiggling, ocean-based backsides) is a lot funnier than director Mark Pirro's moribund Deathrow Gameshow, which isn't saying much, but far less clever and eccentric than his A Polish Vampire in Burbank. However, Buford's Beach Bunnies does have a distinct element of manic weirdness going for it that a lot of writers and directors in the mainstream wouldn't touch (perhaps, much less bother to).
Jim Hanks (Tom's brother) is Jeeter Buford, heir to the "Buford's Bunny Hole" empire. This is a plot contrivance destined to win over animal rights activists and Bugs Bunny fans everywhere, since Buford's Bunny Hole serves up bunnies on a bun served up by bimbettes dressed like bunnies in bikinis. Yep. You heard the bunny burger part right, though the viewer is, thankfully, spared the obvious visual ploys.
Jeeter's dad, who is recovering from a heart attack, offers a trio of Bunny Hole waitresses $100,000 if any of them can relieve Jeeter of his virgin status. This is the device that opens the door for the modest amount of peekaboo skin scenes that preside in this flick. The only thing holding Jeeter back from scoring is the fact that he has spent some serious portion of his adult years in a ding-a-ling ward stemming from a brothel incident he experience as a young kid. What this experience is, is the glue that holds this shaggy dog story together, as a procession of dead-on Bogie, Eastwood, and Monroe impersonators dominate the incessant number of dream-state flashbacks, one of the film's annoying contrivances.
Hanks plays the Jeeter character as a fair representation of a man who manifests clinical signs of narcolepsy. It works, though at times you have an urge to give Hanks' character electro-shock therapy to jump-start him so he could join the rest of the world.