I like the storyline of this show,it attract me so much

Wonderful character development!

There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.

There are moments in this movie where the great movie it could've been peek out... They're fleeting, here, but they're worth savoring, and they happen often enough to make it worth your while.

Hot Dog is not really a good movie and does not rival Stripes or Animal House as it is just not funny enough.Patrick Houser plays Harkin Banks, a young and innocent freestyle skier who heads to Squaw valley to take part in a competition. Along the way he picks up a young girl called Sunny who he gets friendly with.At the resort he teams up with some fun loving guys called the 'Rat Pack' led by O'Callahan (David Naughton.) Ace Austrian freestyle skier who Banks admires turns out to be a douche bag but the organisers of the race favour because him as he brings in public interest to the competition.The film has some pranks, zaniness, lots of tits and ass, such as a pointless Miss Wet T shirt contest in a bar.After a disputed result it all ends with a crazy 'Chinese Downhill' as all competitors take part in to find the true champion.It is all rather cheesy and moronic. Shannon Tweed in an early film role is easy on the eye.

The snow always seemed an odd choice as a setting for a sex comedy. There's only one reason people watch movies like these, and that's to see nudity. It makes sense to set these at the beach, because at least there one expects to see more skin than they would in the suburbs or the city. But on the ski slopes? Why would one disrobe there?There could only be one reason why the producers decided to set "Hot Dog: The Movie" in a place so cold you need more clothes, not less: they needed something basic and arbitrary to separate their movie from the glut of other similar films flooding the market in the '80s. I guess they were also trying to cash in on the skiing fad, if that's what it was.The fact is, there is not enough nudity in this movie - despite the presence of softcore queen Shannon Tweed - to make it worth watching for anyone other than hardcore skiing aficionados. Even they might be annoyed at the idiocy of moments such as when one of the bad guys pushes a button on his belt and his helmet starts pumping out exhaust, making the guys behind him cough and gag. Or when the skiers all apparently become indestructible and start crashing through tables and glass. Try not to think of Sonny Bono during most of the movie, or cringe when one guy hits a tree.This all happens during the big race at the movie's finish. Getting there takes some effort. The movie is tedious and stupid. Consider the good guys, who have a collection of character traits that make them more pitiful than sympathetic. One is obviously an alcoholic, with little bottles of booze in every pocket of his ski vest. Is this supposed to be funny? Another is constantly plastering his face with zinc cream and propositioning women so that they can throw their drinks in his patchy white face. At one point he climbs into a gondola alone, while his friends have already taken to the sky, and they watch him get it on with some random girl who has no reason to be doing that. But never mind - his friends cheer him on although they have no way of knowing what he's doing. Their POV shots reveal nothing but the back of their friend's head. There is also a cardboard cut out bad guy, an Austrian with a great head of hair who turns out to be a huge jerk from his first appearance, because if someone cut you out of cardboard, you better do everything to make sure you fit the shape they made. Of course it ends up being the hero versus the bad guy, but the thing is, these two aren't the only ones in the competition, all the way up til the end. When the other good guys root for the hero, they seem to forget to, you know, root for themselves as well? Or do they know they're in a movie where they've been relegated to buddy status?There is very little nudity and a lot of skiing, which looks like someone lurching from side to side monotonously toward the camera. There is also a "freestyle skiing" round, where the skiers spin around like there's a rat in their pants they're trying to get rid of.It's a boring and stupid movie, and it's hard to imagine anyone enjoying it.

This movie deserves recognition for one important reason: it came up with a name for lousy endings.At the end of this very forgettable 1984 ski movie the protagonists decide to settle their quarrels by competing in a "Chinese Downhill." In one of the movie's few jokes, an Asian companion of the heroes, who has heretofore not uttered a word of English asks, "What the fu@k is a Chinese Downhill?" Allow me to answer that question. A Chinese Downhill is any movie ending that lacking any shred of originality, purpose, or reason simply devolves into a chaotic and completely stupid string of car chases, mindless violence, death, and mayhem. This boring cliché is to be expected of a low-rent mess of a movie like Hot Dog but some viewers expect something a little more sophisticated in big-budget productions, many of which make Hot Dog look like Citizen Kane. A paroxysm of bomb blasts and gunfire is a pretty lousy substitute for good writing, it's not even a substitute for really bad writing.I have said before that if the trailer for a movie has more than one explosion you can almost bank on the fact that the film will be a complete piece of sh#@, and you can double-down on that if the actors are shown diving away from a bomb blast going at the speed of sound as if they are dodging a lazily tossed beach ball. If the end of the movie has a host of explosions and people diving out of the way it means that the writers (bad movies almost always have lots of writers) had nothing in the way of ideas on how to bring their story to a close.

Ah yes, my first user comments!**SPOILERS**Here is the spoiler: you might not like this movie!Definitely not for everyone. If mindless puerile fun and tasteless soft porn jokes are your bag, this movie is for you. How I wanted to be "Snakelegs" Banks, schussing his way down the mountain and into Sonny's heart. It is truly a local boy done good tale of leaving the small town and beating the big bad pros at their own game.So, as for the medical school thing, I watched this every night I studied, sometimes 3 times in a row. I stopped counting after 196 viewings and that was in 1992. Something about the poppy tunes and the ebb and flow of sweet skiing scenes intercut with bad acting and stilted dialogue leading into gratuitous R-rated nudity was the perfect white noise to keep me awake and still on track as I learned the names of the cranial nerves or the pathways of mitochondrial energy release.As a movie (it is after all Hot Dog The Movie, not Hot Dog "The Opera" as my favorite user comment reads) there isn't much to offer. It is a good Eurobash and glorification of alcoholism, but the only prize is the skiing scenes. Watch it in your alpine retreat as you rub your slope sore thighs (or better yet have someone rub them for you) and sip your Jaegermeister and Hot chocolate. You might even laugh after the first few shots!