I don’t remember the theme song. And yeah, the ending is creepy- but it’s hard to make up for stuff like
The woman blowing a hole in her hand by trying to shoot a spider off.
Oh come on! That was great! Face it- if the lead was anyone but Shatner it would be a classic 
Nope. I wrote my OP unaware of this thread. Someone linked THIS thread into mine, and so I came and read it out of politeness- I didn’t know it had been started a month ago, or whenever it was started.
Once arriving, I pointed out a factual error.
If you check the other thread, the one I OP’d, and check the date and timestamp of the post notifying me that this thread existed, then see the date and timestamp of my “nitpicky” thread in here, you will see that I am telling the truth.
And, this is the Straight Dope. Some of us care about details in here. 
According to it’s IMDB Listing, it only shows a release in the USA of an R rated version.
Actually I used to have a real live morgue body bag in the boot (trunk) of my car. It had a zip all the way around so you could lay it out as a groundsheet. It was an almost irridescent blue. And people would always ask, “What is that?”
Hi O.P.,
You apparently haven’t seen Phat Beach.
Phat Beach (1996)
Directed by Doug Ellin
Tagline: Ain’t nobody but a g-string.
Plot Outline: A hefty homeboy borrows his dad’s Mercedes and goes to the beach with his friends for wild sun & fun.
No, no, no. Everyone knows that Liquid Sky is, without a doubt, the biggest waste of film ever created. Sweet Zombie Jesus, it’s bad. Truly putrescent.
My life’s aspiration is to die exactly like Gideon did-full Broadway production (even tho I can’t sing or dance a lick), all my friends in the audience, enthusiastically performing “Bye bye my life bye bye”.
Best. Death. Scene. EVER!
Go rent Diary of a Sex Addict. It is the worst movie ever. Years from now some alien race will show up and vaporize us because they picked up the transmission of this movie polluting space.
13 would be right behind that.
My wife denies ever renting those movies. Whenever I mention them she simply says, “I don’t know what you are talking about”.
Wow, talking about being on different wave lengths. I stand by my assessment. I don’t know much of anything about Broadway and after seeing AtJ I don’t want to. BTW, I love Chicago.
The key to a successful marriage, no doubt.