Just what primetime television needs, another Melrose Place/Las Vegas/90210/O.C. clone. I thought this show would be cool like Magnum P.I., but instead it's filled with close-ups of smooth young faces in turmoil, tinkling piano music, lame plot twists, and a telling absence of local people. Everyone speaks as though they are L.A. transplants, complete with snotty valley lingo, and not a single "howzit?" or "oh, for real?" can be heard from anyone's lips. This show needs some local flavor, pronto, otherwise they should rename it "Malibu". The only remotely Hawaiian thing about the show is the beach, and even it looks artificial. Even the intro and the song are about as uncool and uninspired as you can get. Also, they need to back up the cameras about twelve feet, I don't want to subconsciously study all those California nose jobs. You know, if the cameras get any closer to the actors on these shows, soon the lens will be pressed right up against their skin. I predict this show will last for ten episodes.