After
some truly goofy music over the opening credits (and the only credits
this film is going to show for that matter) we fade in on a street with
an open-top car traveling toward the camera. Almost immediately a similar
car turns onto the roadway from a side street and pulls up alongside
the first one. A close up shows that both vehicles are being driven
by teenage girls – or women who are supposed to be teenage girls.
These actresses were probably in their early twenties at this point.
Anyway, right off the bat this film has managed to instill a sense of
fear and dread in me unparalleled by any other film in history. Monsters?
Psycho Killers? Aliens bent on performing an endless stream of anal
probes? Nah…those are the proverbial fart in the wind when compared
to this maelstrom of terror: teen girls behind the wheel of a car! Run
for your lives!!!
So
with just an exchanged look and no words being said, it is obvious that
these two girls have agreed to race one another. No smack talk, no rude
gestures, no one cutting off the other; just a look accomplished this.
Ok, again…am I the only one who finds this development truly frightening?
Is this an example of some type of primitive telepathy? Since we know
this time period predates the cell phone era by about thirty plus years,
we can surmise that these two have not been furiously trading scathing
remarks via text messaging. Are there other “looks” that
can accomplish other things? For example, with a simple look can I convince
someone to lend me money, or buy me dinner or better yet, persuade a
hot chick to give me sweet lovin’? I know we’re bordering
on Jedi mind trick territory here, but if such skills exist…I
want to learn!!!
So
the two cars barrel down the road, swerving back and forth, tires screeching
across the pavement in a frenzied race for supremacy. Well, I suppose
that is what the producers intended to show us. What we really get is
just footage of the two cars driving down the road at what appears to
be a standard within-the-speed-limit velocity and the sounds of screeching
tires dubbed in. Close ups allow us to see faces of the two girls and
it becomes apparent when the driver of the second car is shown, complete
with racing helmet and a mean, sadistic grin on her face, that she is
the antagonist and we need to be rooting for the girl in the first car,
who is sporting a girlie hat and worried face.
Eventually,
both cars race down a concrete ramp that leads to one of those extensive
aqueduct/spillway systems seen in films like Them, Grease and Terminator
2. In fact, at one point they pass a section that closely resembles
the stretch of land where Arnold Schwarzenegger, as the good Terminator
in T2, jumps his motorcycle off a ledge in order to close in on John
Connor, who he is supposed to protect. Take a look at the screen caps
below and judge for yourself. Are they one and the same location or
as is most likely the case, are such places abundant in any type of
similar aqueduct/sewage system and they just happen to appear similar?
Who really cares, right? I suppose those are two different spots, but
most likely both are part of the same spillway system.
Now
unhindered by things like pedestrians, other cars or those pesky contraptions
called traffic lights let alone traffic laws, our two young ladies proceed
to open it up and really begin to tear down the spillway. VROOM! Who
doesn’t like fast girls? Unfortunately for them, they pass under
a bridge and are noticed by a motorcycle cop, who promptly gives chase
– though unlike what Arnold would do 32 years later, he opts for
the same ramp the girls utilized in order to get down into the spillway
rather than engage in a spectacular jump. Too bad. This film could have
used a cool stunt right now…or at any time for that matter. But
I’m getting ahead of myself.
The
two girls continue careening down the spillway, but they hit a short
stretch of water a few inches deep where the turning wheels on the second
vehicle (the “bad” girl’s car) causes the liquid to
spray up into its open engine compartment and said engine to sputter
out. Bad Girl looses control of her car and it crashes into the wall
of the spillway, knocking off one of her wheels. Good Girl manages to
get away while the motorcycle cop pulls up to Bad Girl in her crapped
out car. I almost expected Bad Girl to wave her fist menacingly at Good
Girl in one of those “I’ll get you someday” type of
moments.
Now
we switch to the Zenith Club, a group of teens who have passion for
hot rods and who have set up shop in their own clubhouse, which comes
with fenced-in parking lot and garage. Several “Hot Rods”
are present with a number of teens, both girls and boys, working on
their machines. All we need now is a green/blue van with “Mystery
Machine” painted on the side and a Great Dane and we’d really
be in business. As it is, Stan (whose name isn’t mentioned until
nearly eighteen minutes into the film), the leader of the Zenith Club,
is giving a tour to Tom Hendry, a local reporter. The kids in the club
are hoping for some good press to help rid themselves of the image that
many people label them with – drag racing young punks. These kids
are serious about their pastime and racing is the fastest way to get
booted from the club.
To
say that these kids are serious about their cars is like saying that
a vampire has a mild aversion to sunlight. Stan introduces Mr. Hendry
to several of the youths and the reporter is quickly lost amongst all
the technical talk being passed back and forth. Some of the kids we
meet are nerdy Dave and his girlfriend Amelia, clownish Bonzo and his
main squeeze Rhoda plus Tommy and his girl Sandra. What I found to be
amazing was how the girlfriends of all these guys seemed perfectly at
ease with how much time their boyfriends spent fixing up their cars.
Even more amazing than that is the fact that all of these guys even
had girlfriends. From my admittedly dim and fading memory, teen girls
usually wanted their boyfriends to spend time…and more importantly,
money with and on them. Maybe times were different back then. Maybe.
Somehow I doubt it. Even more amazing is the fact that the nerdiest
kid, Dave – the one who rattles on about Euclidean mathematics
and Einstein’s theory of relativity – has what is in my
opinion the hottest girlfriend of the bunch. How the hell did that happen?
If this information had come my way twenty years ago, I would have ran
like hell for the school auto shop. Oh, wait. Our school didn’t
have an auto shop.
So
after Mr. Hendry’s head is sent into a dizzying spin by Dave’s
scientific approach to cars, engines and what not, Stan leads him over
to see Tommy and his car. This guy has won over three hundred trophies
across the country, according to Stan. Three hundred? When the hell
does this kid have time to go to school? Is he in one of those home
schooling programs? Nah…they didn’t have those back then,
either. Even more impressive is the fact that he holds two world records:
one for the fastest unblown gas engine, clocked at 154.37 miles per
hour, and the other for quickest single engine gas car. When Mr. Hendry
asks him if he designed his car himself, Tommy replies with a positive
and then rattles off a series of facts on his choices in building the
vehicle. Aside from sending Hendry’s head into another spin, it
also made me wonder if Tommy grew up in, or spent any time in a chop
shop. He sounds like he could have hosted the 50’s version of
Monster Garage.
By
this time Mr. Hendry is impressed with the kids and their dedication
to safety and adherence to the law (what a bunch of squares). Stan rattles
off some figures that detail how few kids who are into hotrods are actually
into dragstrip racing as well and how all club members take a pledge
to not race or else face expulsion from the group. Dave and Bonzo chime
in with their own inane comments on the matter, then Rhoda and Sandra
take turns posing on the car for photographs…though Mr. Hendry
does not seem to be armed with his camera. He makes what could be interpreted
as a “sexually suggestive” comment to Sandra, which in this
day and age would have his ass slapped with a harassment suit before
he could take another three steps. Then again, he could have been referring
to her shoes when he told her that “they” looked fine. Still,
he never really looked at her feet or took his eyes away from her chest,
for that matter.
About
this time we hear a horrible screeching sound (no, not me clawing my
eyes out…that comes later) and Hendry looks up at the car we cannot
see yet and says “that girl is burning rubber.” I can only
assume that he means that she is setting erasers on fire with matches
and not that her wild driving is shredding her tires, because an instant
later when the vehicle does slip into view, it’s moving about
as fast and as dangerous as my Aunt Edna in her wheelchair after an
Ambien cocktail. The car comes to a halt and when the driver gets out
we see that this is Good Girl from earlier in the film. Stan describes
her to Mr. Hendry as Lois Cavendish, one of the “hottest riders
in the club.” I’m guessing “hottest” refers
to her piloting skills and not her sexual attractiveness, cuz let’s
face it…Amelia is way, way, way, way, way, WAY hotter.
Stan
introduces her to Mr. Hendry and tells her what the reporter is working
on, but Lois seems keen to scram. Stan tries to get her to stick around
but she alludes to some trouble with the police and insists that she
has things to do. Stan relents and Lois runs off to work on her car.
Hendry comments on how unexpected it is to find a girl so caught up
in hotrodding and is told how Lois does all her own mechanical work
and won’t let anyone touch her car, or her for that matter. Dave
finds it quite disgusting to see a woman engaged in such unfeminine
work, then is hauled off back to tinker on his own car by his super
hot girlfriend Amelia. Geez, I have a tool for her….wait! Did
I say that out loud?
Mr.
Hendry wants to talk about dragging on city streets, and something tells
me that he is not referring to people out and about dressed like Divine.
Indeed, if this film had been about that kind of “drag”
strip, then it would quickly have found itself removed from my DVD player
and sailing out the nearest window in a crude imitation of one of Ed
Wood’s flying saucers. Stan informs Hendry that only six or seven
percent of hotrodding kids are “hot shooters” – youths
who drive for kicks. As for the Zenith club, they are a month away from
attaining their charter and in order to qualify, members must take a
pledge to abstain from racing of any kind or they are booted out. Uh…someone
might want to remind Lois of that particular policy. Hendry wants to
make the club his home base while writing his series of articles, but
Stan says that it may not be feasible as the club is out of money and
can no longer pay the rent on the building. Within a couple of weeks
they will all be out on their asses, but until then the reporter can
be an honorary member. Apparently one of the duties for new honorary
members is to buy food for everyone, so the entire gang heads to the
local malt shop.
A
quick scene then shows the motorcycle cop from the very beginning of
the film ride into the club’s yard and quickly make for the two
legs sticking out from under a beat up car. Not bothering with manners
or niceties, he just grabs the legs and hauls Lois out from under her
hotrod. She tries to feign ignorance, but he demands to see her driver’s
license. Looks like the long arm of the law has caught up with her after
all. Fade out.
And
fade into the local malt shop where a band, and I use the word band
VERY loosely here, is playing while a few teens hop around in the ritualistic
and damn near epileptic movements that were called dancing back in those
days. The “band” is a complete and utter joke. These guys
are so obviously and painfully just pretending to play their instruments.
The bassist is just randomly slapping the strings on a guitar while
making token movements with his fretting hand. The drummer is just hitting
thin air, which when you think about it is quite the accomplishment
in poor coordination given the fact that his drum kit is made up of
a single bass drum, a snare drum and a crash cymbal – not exactly
the hardest thing to miss! The piano player’s hand looks like
he is in the midst of a seizure. His other hand is holding a pistol
that, at strategic points during the song, he fires into the air. This
guy is also the “vocalist” but the lyrics are limited to
a single word – Geronimo, spoken before each gunshot. The only
one that looks like he actually knows how to play his instrument is
the guitar player, who makes a valiant attempt at looking like he’s
playing live on stage. However, the sad fact is that all these morons
are just lip synching and playing glorified air instruments to the obviously
piped in music.
Amazingly
enough, there is one guy who is squeezed into the back that is not holding
any type of musical instrument. Instead, he is also sporting a pistol,
which he fires after the vocalist shoots his own. I never realized that
“firearms” was a musical position within a band. Worse,
this habit of shooting guns during the song is infectious, as we see
the owner of the malt shop (or at least the clown working behind the
counter) fire off his own rifle at the ceiling during the number. In
addition to no doubt putting a sizable hole in the ceiling, he has also
managed to inadvertently shoot a bird out of the air. Where did it come
from? Was it flying a holding pattern near the ceiling or was it hiding
in the attic and fell through the new hole when it was shot? Before
all these blazing guns make it seem like we’re watching a rap
music award ceremony, the song mercifully begins to wind down. As the
song gradually fades out to an end, each band member just stops at different
times. This whole idiotic affair really reminded me of my youth and
the garage band my friends and I had. We could have given these guys
a run for their money…barely.
It
turns out these clowns in the band are Zenith club members as well.
Let’s pray to god that these dorks can drive better than they
play. Stan explains to Hendry how they had hoped to use the band to
raise some “scratch” by throwing a few dances but the club
doesn’t even have the loot to rent a place to hold them. Given
what is on display, I think they’d have pay people to come rather
than the other way around.
No
sooner does KC and the Dipshit Band end their song, than Rhoda, Amelia
and Sandra take center stage to sing another song, this one titled,
“My Guy” or something similar. Oh, did I mention the fact
that despite a running time of only sixty-five minutes, this film manages
to pack in numerous musical numbers? No? Well, …oops. I wonder
how that slipped my mind. Anyway, this is another lip synching job,
but since the camera lingers on the three cute young girls, we are spared
more shots of the inept band. At least that one dork in the back has
traded his pistol for a guitar. The three women are also much better
at lip synching than the “vocalist” for the band –
sometimes too good, putting on a performance that exceeds what the song
seems to convey. They also displayed an annoying habit of looking straight
into the damn camera on several occasions. Still, overacting and staring
aside, it was more entertaining to watch them than the band…mostly
because of the super hot Amelia. After these three American Idol rejects
get off stage, Lois excuses herself to go home. She isn’t even
to the door before the band strikes up another tune, but mercifully
for us, the movie fades out at this point.
Next
we see Lois arrive home. Inside, her parents are discussing their daughter’s
odd fascination with cars. When she comes in her father gets on her
case for forgetting to do something. What follows next is a truly creepy,
but brief conversation between the two where the topics of boys, cars
and sex are alluded to. Given how she is sitting on her father’s
lap and some of the statements she makes and you’ll see why I
was rather icked out by the whole thing. Best to forget it and move
on. Quickly.
Now
we’re back at the malt shop again. Mr. Hendry remarks on how the
hangout really is a nice place frequented by basically wholesome kids.
Stan reveals that the club has been served their eviction papers and
in three weeks there will be no place to base their headquarters. Lois
arrives and Hendry asks Stan if she is his “chick.” He admits
he wished it was so, but Lois just loves her car too much to let a guy
into the picture.
Mr.
Hendry is about to leave when Tommy comes rushing up to announce that
somebody named Tony, Anita and their “creep” friends are
on their way. Stan tries to keep everyone calm as the rival “gang”
arrives and comes sauntering in like they own the place. When they do,
we see that Anita is the girl who was racing Lois at the beginning of
the film (was that only just 12 minutes ago? Seems like A LOT longer).
Anita and Tony confront Stan and Lois, and some typical smack talk is
exchanged, including a threat by the rifle-wielding owner of the place,
Frenchie, to put so many holes in Tony that he’d sound like a
piccolo in a good wind. Anita tries to goad Lois into another race,
but Stan reminds her of the Zenith Club’s rules about dragging.
Anita says that such regulations did not seem to stop Lois earlier in
the day. Stan looks at Lois with slight disappointment, like she just
gave away the last of his fries or something. Lois makes a smartass
reply to Anita which seems to impress Tony, who then tries to put the
moves on Lois.
Hendry
just sits at a table while all of this is transpiring and takes notes
on his pad, the ever-dutiful reporter. Anita – who, in this scene
is much cuter than when she appeared in the beginning, no doubt due
to the godawful helmet she was wearing at the time – seems to
be in her mid twenties. This Tony guy on the other hand looks like he
is pushing thirty so hard that it decided to push back even harder (in
reality the actor was about twenty-eight). Anita and her “creep”
friends then leave and Mr. Hendry remarks how Stan showed more restraint
than he would have under the circumstances. This movie is really going
a long way to portray the Zenith Club kids as level-headed, well meaning
youths who are not out to cause trouble. Is this Science Fiction or
Horror, again? The kids start dancing and Hendry makes his way over
to the counter where he talks with Frenchie who seems to be missing
more than a few cards in his deck. Hendry tells Frenchie how he feels
the need to help these misunderstood kids. Then the camera starts fading
out long before their conversation is even done, almost as if the movie
itself realizes that the audience is already nearly comatose and is
trying to speed things along.
We
fade in again at Lois’ house, where she and Stan are pulling up
in separate vehicles. Lois parks hers in the driveway and then gets
into Stan’s car. Her father watches from the window and grumbles
at every little thing he sees, from how close she is sitting to Stan,
to his kissing her. The guy is really about to soil himself in a fit
of fatherly indignation, but Lois’ mother keeps berating him to
get away from the window, stop being a peeping tom and to sit his ass
down and relax. When he talks about “kicking that guy in the pants”
for messing with his baby, Mrs. Cavendish reminds him of how old they
were when they first got all hot with each other. Seeing these two,
I only have one word for that mental image: YUCK.
Lois
comes in and despite being warned to behave himself by Mrs. Cavendish,
Lois’ father insists are talking to her alone. Her mother leaves
the room while her dad hauls out a newspaper and reads a story where
Lois is mentioned as having been involved in speeding and leaving the
scene of an accident. Her father is naturally upset and bemoans the
fact that this had to happen when Anastasia Abernathy was coming for
a two week visit. She is one of Mr. Cavndish’s best clients and
he doesn’t want anything to ruin her stay.
Lois
apologizes and pleads with her father but he just grounds her on the
spot for two weeks. She is not to have anything to do with cars, hotrods
or the Zenith Car Club during that time. She is a little disappointed
because the club was planning a “bash” for the next Saturday.
“A Bash?” Her father asks. “That sounds positively
indecent!” Is this guy a total square or what? Her father insists
that she is grounded for two weeks but her mother bullies Mr. Cavendish
into allowing Lois to hold the “bash” at their house. Lois
is overjoyed at being able to have the “blessed event” at
their house. This terminology used to refer to the party is damn near
enough to send Mr. Cavendish into cardiac arrest. Lois then says that
the bash will be a “double do” – meaning that once
the party is over and the guys leave, the girls will have a slumber
party. At that news her father gets this look on his face as if he just
woke up from an extended sleep after taking both Ambien and Ex-lax.
Having four sisters and knowing what all slumber parties entail, I really
can’t blame the poor oaf. Another fade out follows some light
family banter.
Sometime
after that, either later that night or later that week, the Cavendish
family welcomes Anastasia Abernathy into their home. Earlier Lois’
father called her one of his most important clients, but no mention
has ever been made as to exactly what he does for a leaving. Anastasia
enters and orders Mr. Cavendish to retrieve her luggage from the taxi
and to tip the driver thirteen cents exactly. This tip is based on his
driving performance, with which Anastasia doesn’t seem impressed.
Lois’ father nearly trips over himself in his haste to get out
the door. Anyway, Anastasia is at first glance one of those bossy old
spinsters that delight in making everyone around them miserable. That
is how she looks. In reality, she is quite friendly and charming in
an old lady kind of way, if still a wee bit bossy. When he returns,
she inquires as to why “Wesley” (Mr. Cavendish) hasn’t
sold her “Flint Canyon Place,” so I guess that means he
is a realtor or has something to do in that field. He responds by saying
that he can’t even give it away (PLOT POINT!!!).
Anastasia
hasn’t arrived by herself it seems. She has brought her parrot,
Alphonso, along with her. Mr. Cavendish sets the bird’s cage upon
one of those mammoth ancient radios that were damn near the size of
a washing machine and we are then treated to a scene where everyone
taunts and goads the parrot into talking. Suffice it to say that this
bird’s vocabulary is on par with your average sixth grader and
his interactive social skills, while crude, belay evidence of wit and
sarcasm. In other words, no bird is that intelligent and the movie is
really making this feathered freak out to be smarter than most of the
remaining cast. After playing with the annoying bird, Anastasia decides
for some unholy reason to practice her flute since she is not tired.
She hauls it out and begins making everyone cringe at the hideous noises
she produces. Even Alphonso is about to willingly relinquish his life
at the horrid sounds. Doesn’t she even want to unpack? How about
hit the head after the drive? Nope. Time to torture the locals with
sounds that would make Satan dive for earplugs.
Now
the film flashes forward to the night of the big “bash.”
Everyone is excited because the club band recorded their song, “Geronimo.”
What is interesting is that we get a close up of the record and the
label clearly says American International Records. I suppose a little
self promotion isn’t too bad, considering the film was produced
by American International Pictures. Naturally, some fool decides that
despite the fact that they all have heard the song numerous times, we
poor saps in the audience should have another torture sessio…er…listen,
so they play the record and everyone starts dancing.
Outside,
Mr. Cavendish and Mr. Hendry (who seems like a freakin’ club mascot
at this point – always around but contributing nothing) talk about
“today’s youth” after catching Tommy with his tongue
so far down Sandra’s throat that he no doubt knows what she had
for breakfast…the day before. Cavendish just cannot relate to
the teens, comparing the dancing inside to the 1953 earthquake, but
Hendry is more sympathetic, understanding what makes them tick. In this
conversation Hendry talks about how their fast paced society and a world
that seems headed for self-destruction makes for kids who want to grow
up in a hurry. Geez, that sounds like the same spiel that was espoused
when I was a teen waaay back in the 80’s. Cavendish moans about
the interior lights being turned off and wonders what the teens find
so fascinating about an unlit room. “You’re not that old,”
Hendry supplies with a shit-eating grin. Well…a something-eating
grin, as he’s been chowing down on some type of party snack this
entire time.
Heading
back in, it is time for a slow dance. Naturally, Mr. Cavendish grumbles
at how close everyone is dancing. This guy is really starting to become
a MAJOR pain in the ass. All he does is bitch and moan. I was really
hoping for something…anything to come along and take him out of
the film. Hell, I’d even settle for Ro-Man showing up in all his
cheezy glory if it meant that this whiny old ass would take a hike.
Bonzo gets Mrs. Cavendish to dance with him after muttering some of
that indecipherable teen slang, while Dave grabs Anastasia and makes
for the dance floor. Mr. Cavendish is on the verge of another whiny
statement when Amelia grabs him for a dance. Personally, I’d like
to show her how I do the mambo. Crikey! Did I say that aloud again?
More
dancing ensues. Stan notices Mr. Cavendish’s ever-watchful gaze
and jokes about it to Lois. Eventually Mr. Hendry bugs out and Anastasia
heads for her room so she can play that damn flute. Mrs. Cavendish suggests
to her husband that they also retire for the evening and allow the kids
some time without adults hanging around like the Black Death. What a
cool mom! Predictably, he nearly blows a fuse at the very idea. However,
she forces him to say good night to the kids, which he does quite unhappily.
I swear, if this guy got anymore worked up, steam would be coming off
that balding scalp of his.
Outside,
Anita and the Creeps have arrived, apparently having invited themselves.
I hate people who do that!!! They head on in and the party crashes to
a halt. The predictably tough words are once again exchanged between
Tony and Stan. Even that annoying bird Alphonso chimes in! Anita’s
creep friend Tony wants to dance with Lois, who agrees if it means averting
any trouble. Tony gets in a few steps with her before Stan tells him
to leave and Anita yanks him away. WTF? Why did you even show up if
you’re only going to stay thirty seconds? I think Anita and the
Creeps only put in an appearance here because the filmmakers want to
remind everyone that the Zenith Club has rivals. Not that the conflict
between these two groups is played up too much. This film is in no way
a West Side Story and these two groups are a long way from resembling
the Jets and Sharks, but it is almost as if rival teen “gangs”
(or clubs) were a standard ingredient in youth oriented films of the
day. Oh, by the way: fade out.
Fade
in. Now we come to the part of the movie that no doubt had all the teen
males salivating and doing their best to hide their wood – the
girl’s slumber party. Once again, somebody has the bright idea
to play “Geronimo,” and we are treated/subjected (you choose)
to the sight of all those girls dancing around in their skimpy sleepwear.
The television is turned on and images of some old western are displayed,
albeit all funky. Sometimes the image is upside down, sometimes it is
sideways and sometimes it is even running backward. Dubbed over this
are sounds incongruent with the setting – submarine sounds, dogs
barking and screeching tires. The young girls begin laughing hysterically
at all this, which only confirms my suspicion that there was something
more than ice in their punch.
Elsewhere,
Mr. Cavendish is bitching and moaning as usual, over all the racket.
It’s interesting to note that he and the wife are sleeping in
separate beds. He decides that he needs to pee and gets up to visit
the little whiner’s room. The door is locked, meaning someone
is inside. He fumbles with his robe, a cranky look on his face the entire
time. Unfortunately he turns his back on the door just long enough for
two girls to exit and another two to rush right in, missing his chance.
HA! He paces in the hall for a while, waiting out the girls in the bathroom.
Again, just as they exit, another pair rushes in and he is left outside
with a full bladder. HAHA! He eventually leans up against the wall and
falls asleep! Lois notices him and wakes him up, asking him what he
is doing there. The doofus is so out of it, he’s forgotten why
he is waiting outside the door to the crapper and thinks he has been
sleepwalking. Didn’t he have to pee? Is there a freshly made puddle
at his feet now? Lois sends him back to bed under the logic that it
will soon be time to get up. Huh? I’m almost as confused as he
now is.
Once
again we are in the malt shop, where a duck flies by Frenchie, who is
without his rifle. Um…what? A duck flies by?! How the hell did
it get in there? Plus, for some reason there are men busy re-possessing
everything in the place: tables, chairs, musical instruments (fine by
me if it means that band won’t ever play again), even the guy
playing a saxophone. This must be what happened to Frenchie’s
rifle – it was repossessed before the dumbass could put any more
holes in the damn ceiling. Mr. Hendry now comes in, having been out
looking for a place the club can call home, but has had no luck. I understand
that the club is out of a place to call home, but how does that impact
Frenchie’s place? Was it located in the club’s hangout?
If so, why wasn’t the money generated from food and drinks applied
to the rent?
A
dejected Stan calls Lois, to tell her the bad news. Lois is at home,
still under restriction. Her sentence is up at midnight and she begs
her mom to let her drive to the club so she can be with the gang at
the end, but her mom refuses to budge. So much for her being a cool
parent. Nearby Anastasia overhears while busy sewing a coat for the
damn bird. What the flying f*ck?! A coat?! What…feathers don’t
keep the little bastard warm enough that he needs a freakin’ coat?
Anyway, since Lois is not supposed to get behind the wheel of a car,
Anastasia offers to take Lois herself, despite not knowing how to drive.
Right now I will refrain from the obvious joke about women drivers.
I suggest you supply one of your own. It should be fairly easy.
So
Lois and Anastasia don their headwear and pile into the car, the older
women bringing Alphonso the parrot along. Lois gives Anastasia lessons
on what to do in order to get the car started and into gear. VROOM.
The older woman takes off instantly. The car careens around street corners
and rushes madly down the road in a brief montage of bad driving. Naturally,
the car isn’t really going that fast – the film has just
been speeded up again to make it seem like it is racing like a bat out
of hell. The annoying bird gets several smartass comments in during
this whole affair, which really makes one hope his cage would have fallen
out. At one point, Anastasia takes her hands off the wheel and turns
around to look behind her! Hand her a cell phone and a compact and she’d
be just like ninety percent of all the other females on the road. Ok…ninety-five
percent.
Eventually,
they arrive at the Zenith Club having no doubt left a trail of mangled
pedestrians behind them. Upon hearing that the kids no longer have a
place to base their club, Anastasia offers the use of her place in Flint
Canyon AKA Dragstrip Hollow. The problem is…you guessed it! The
place is haunted! Reportedly the last woman who lived there was scared
to death by a monster (how do they know it was a monster? She could
have been scared to death by the smelly neighbors for all anyone really
knows). Bonzo suggests that they de-spook the place (who ya gonna call?)
but Anastasia isn’t so sure that is a good idea. Mr. Hendry pledges
his aid and they all decide to check the place out.
Naturally,
the place is very creepy looking. Before the gang can even enter, we
are treated to the sight of a fireplace that swivels, eyes glowing in
the dark, eerie moaning and menacing shadows moving about inside. Anastasia
is ready to bolt when she hears the moans, but Scully…er...I mean
Mr. Hendry is positive that there is a rational explanation for it all.
He demands the key and unlocks the front door once she hands it over
to him. So far, he is showing more backbone that any of the others.
Several of them, most notably Dave and Bonzo, seem quite ready for a
change of underwear. In fact, Bonzo tries to sneak away once everyone
walks through the front door, but Rhoda grabs his chickenshit ass and
hauls him inside.
Inside
they find the usual creepy looking abandoned house. Cobwebs abound,
old furniture is everywhere and no doubt the place smells like a coffin.
Odd screams and moans can still be heard, so they light some candles
and decide to explore. Again, all we need is a talking Great Dane and
this would be a totally different show. There are a few false scares
derived from the kids bumping into things, knocking things over and
what not, but no real ghosts manifest themselves immediately. Bonzo’s
hat levitates at one point and I am left wondering if that was done
for comic effect or was supposed to be the result of ghostly interference.
Dave is such a nervous wreck he decides he needs to sit down, and is
practically swallowed by a chair. Lois sees the fireplace swivel but
no one seems to believe her. Then all the candles seem to go out and
then light again by themselves. One even floats through the air in order
to give Hendry a little help in lighting up a cigarette. Gathered in
one room, Hendry is going on again how there must be a rational explanation
for it all. No sooner does he say that than an invisible force undoes
his bow tie.
Next
it seems some time has passed and everyone is huddled in chairs or on
the couch sleeping. WTF? They decided to stay the night? What is wrong
with coming back the next day? Won’t their parents be wondering
where they are? A panel opens up and a monstrous hand appears and pinches
Rhoda on the ass. She awakes and instantly blames Bonzo. Alphonso the
bird gets in a few more wisecracks at this point. Hendry then wakes
Stan and Lois in order to trade watch positions. They hear a weird scream
and when Stan goes to investigate, Lois – who is sitting near
the fireplace, vanishes momentarily when it swivels around again. This
time however, it disgorged a monster from the other side before completing
its revolution and returning Lois to the room. Keen observers will note
that the monster suit has been recycled from The She Creature. Stan
comes back but just accuses Lois of dreaming when she tries to explain
what happened. Later, the monster snuggles up in a chair next to Dave,
who thinks at first it is his hot girlfriend Amelia. When he touches
the monster’s hand and feels the rough skin, he wakes fully and
gets one of those goofy-frightened looks on his face before the scene
fades out.
Now
it is morning, and if you are wondering how the Dave-Monster situation
was resolved – don’t. The movie will not address it, so
it is best not to dwell on it. Dave seems ok in the morning and nothing
is said of the incident so why the producers even put it in the film
is questionable. A search of the house in daylight has turned up nothing
odd and no evidence of a room behind the fireplace can be found. The
place seems perfect for their needs and plans are made for a grand opening
bash that very night. Hendry suggests a spook-themed ball, Stan gets
the idea to charge admission to help raise a few bucks and Dave reveals
that he will unveil the car he has been working on, named for his super
hot girlfriend Amelia, at the party that night.
Note
- It is at this point that the movie enters its final segment, so if
any of you really feel the need to watch this film and not know the
ending ahead of time, skip the rest of this section.
So
night has come and the costume party is in full swing. That idiotic
band is playing again, only now they are in cheap, cheezy costumes.
We see that the one moron who was only shooting a gun off last time
is now playing the bass guitar, while the guy who was playing that position
is now just groovin’ to the tunes. The kids all dance and we get
another horribly choreographed dance number with Bonzo and Rhoda dressed
as skeletons. Zzzzzzz. I do have to say that Dave’s super hot
girlfriend Amelia looks fantastic. She is wearing this tight-fitting
one-piece cat suit that is supposed to make her look like a fish. All
it does it highlight all her curves. Excuse me one moment while I wipe
the drool off my keyboard. It mkes it very difficilt to type propeely.
Mr.
Hendry is sure that whoever was trying to scare the group away the previous
night will be turning up soon (well duh). The lights go out and a fake
skeleton on a wire flies around the room, but this is just part of the
festivities. I hope these people didn’t pay too much to get into
this party.
Next,
the most horrifying part of the film arrives. The segment that will
surely send you screaming and running in madness. Yes, some moron gets
up and starts singing a song called Tongue Tied. The credits for the
film on the Internet Movie Data Base list this guy, Jimmie Maddin, as
playing himself so I can only assume that he was some two-bit, flash-in-the-pan
singer from that era. As the band begins to play, we see that the former
bassist is now the saxophonist! Pick an instrument and stick with it
already, man!
Mr.
Hendry then recruits Stan to help him look for the spot where the “ghost”
has been hanging out. I suppose the several thorough searches of the
house so far just were not good enough. The band strikes up another
tune and the dancing begins anew. The monster from the night before
is seen descending the stairs into the crowd, only now he blends right
in with the costumed kids. The monster begins dancing with Lois who
is quickly distracted when Anita and the Creeps show up. They pay their
admission fare and join in the dancing. Anita bumps into Lois at one
point and the claws come out! Lois is tired of Anita and wants to know
how she can be rid of her once and for all. Anita suggests – you
got it, a race. Lois agrees and tells her to meet her outside so the
others won’t know. They all depart out the front door. Since we
won’t be seeing her anymore in this film, I must say that Anita
is much sexier and better looking than Lois. She may supposed to be
an utter bitch, but at she is at least one fine bitch!
Later,
Hendry and Stan are still looking for a secret room when Lois returns.
Stan grills Lois as to where she has been and she admits to racing Anita.
Apparently she won the race, but we have to take her word for that as
the film DOES NOT SHOW THE RACE!!! A film called Ghost of Dragstrip
Hollow and when the climactic race occurs, we don’t even get to
see the bloody thing! I feel ripped off! They showed the cheap race
at the beginning of the film and the scene with Anastasia barreling
down the road, but not the final confrontation between Lois and Anita?
What a complete and total RIP!!!! Stan and Lois then head for the dance
floor.
Time
has now come for Dave to unveil his car and the curtain is lifted on
The Homer. This piece of crap looks even worse than the wreck Homer
designed on The Simpsons. I must give some credit to Dave, as his new
car has an interactive vocal interface – decades ahead of Detroit.
One must wonder why Dave’s invention never saw the light of day.
Was he bought out or did he go for “a ride” with some representatives
of the big auto companies? The world will never know. Anyway, they monkey
around with the car for a while and we are treated to inane exchanges
between Alphonso the bird and Amelia the car, the latter of which has
a voice that sounds like the Frankenstein monster on steroids.
Anastasia
is chosen to be the recipient of the first ride in the car and is quickly
ushered over and into the contraption. Now, for some asinine reason,
they ask the car if the house really is haunted, to which it says yes.
Hold the phone! WHY are they asking the car? Suddenly it’s a vehicle
and a databank? Then they ask it to reveal the ghost’s hiding
place, but it refuses. Dave commands it to do so, so it turns and rolls
towards the wall. A long protrusion on its hood (flagpole perhaps?)
happens to hit the spot on the wall that triggers the fireplace to swivel
open. When we see the spot that needs to be hit, I have to conclude
that everyone here is a colossal idiot for not finding it earlier. Inside
the secret room is machinery for transmitting sounds and creating other
such spooky effects.
 Hendry
announces that it is time for the best costume award and tells everyone
to remove his or her mask. Everyone does except the monster that has
crashed the party. He is quickly subdued and in a true Scooby-Doo moment,
has his mask removed. Inside is a balding man with a high-pitched voice.
We learn that this guy used to work in the film industry portraying
various monsters and was quite upset when he was discarded in favor
of someone else on a new movie. This apparently is why the fool has
taken to hanging out in this old house and making like a ghost. Any
normal person would have just gotten drunk, but he felt the desire to
haunt a place that NO ONE goes to! Idiot.
With
the spook unmasked, the music starts up and the dancing begins again.
Sadly this is another song that requires pistols to be fired at key
points. However in the midst of the dancing, the very real ghost of
John Abernathy the First shows up. Things come crashing to a halt as
everyone stares wide-eyed at the specter, who walks towards Anastasia.
She says that she always knew he was haunting the place and the ghost
seems to vanish. Alphonso the annoying bird states that the ghost won’t
be back, as the rock and roll music has driven him away for good (I
understand perfectly). The music and dancing then resume as if nothing
ever happened.
The
End.
Yes,
that is right, the movie ends right there. Pow. Over and done. Time
to move on.

Move
along. Nothing to see here.
Review
Before
the mid 1950s, the protagonists in horror and science fiction films
were almost always adults, be they knowledgeable scientists, devoted
soldiers, fearless explorers, every day Joe Blows caught up in extraordinary
and/or terrifying events or even shifty individuals out to benefit themselves
by any means necessary. Somewhere along the line however, somebody noticed
that the bulk of the audience flocking to such films was comprised of
teenagers. Why not appeal to those youths even more by producing and
marketing such films directly for that target audience?
James
H. Nicholson, a sales manager for the RealArt Production Company,
and Hollywood lawyer Samuel Z. Arkoff were the first to realize the
ticket buying power of that teenage audience. They formed the American
Releasing Corporation in 1954 in order to cater to that newly
emerging youth market. Two years later the name was changed to American
International Pictures, but the focus on youth-oriented action,
comedy and horror films remained. Thus began thirty years of AIP films,
categorized by low budgets, quick shooting schedules and all the problems
that such measures usually beget. Still, in many cases the films were
loaded with a sense of fun – the epitome of what the “B”
movie represents in our day and age.
While
Ghost of Dragstrip Hollow may not be remembered as one of their
better efforts, nor will it be recalled as one of the worst, it can
be said that this film fills a special niche – the comedy-horror,
and it’s look at teen culture from that era is almost fascinating.
Ghost
of Dragstrip Hollow is the quintessential AIP film: cheap and quick.
Things such as story, characterization, drama, action and relatively
cool-looking FX were left by the wayside in order to churn these things
out. Why bother with such things when the kids paying to see the film
would be equally satisfied with cute girls, fast cars and the occasional
spook with some Rock ‘n’ Roll thrown into the mix for good
measure? The ingredients for many movies from American International
Pictures were basically the same, yet they managed to produce
a variety of flicks that are still loved to this day. At a time when
the big studios were spending major bucks to lure TV viewers back into
the theater, AIP was making a killing because they knew what the core
audience wanted, and they delivered. This simple method was the epitome
of the idea of supply and demand.
The
Storyline.
One of the first things that came to mind after watching this movie
was how it resembled the Police Academy movies. No, there was
not a hulking ex-football player, a timid woman, an over zealous gun-loving
quick draw or a guy who specialized in making sound effects with his
voice…though there was Alphonso the annoying parrot,
who did do his impersonation of a few different things. No, how it reminded
me of the Police Academy movies was in how it was structured.
There really didn’t seem to be a strong central plot. It was more
of a general idea in which to go while the film showcased one set piece
and skit after another. There really was no logic to how the film unfolded
and the viewer can often get the sense that they have missed something,
the way the narrative leap frogs around. Since the film is rather short,
and is also filled with musical numbers, this really doesn’t present
that much of a problem. Still, don’t expect a finely tuned and
carefully crafted piece of cinema. This is an AIP
film after all.
The
film is hard to describe at times. Despite the title and the haunted
house towards the end, it really isn’t a horror picture. Instead,
it is a teen comedy that throws a few horror elements into a story about
cars and racing, but these are played more for comedic effect rather
than scares. The plot is almost non-existent and the quest to find a
new hangout for the club doesn’t come up all that often. In place
of that, we get a series of scenes that are used to draw the teen audience
in, by showcasing how misunderstood they are by adults. This generation
gap is the source of much of the comedy in the first half of the movie.
Mr. Cavendish personifies the adult world who just doesn’t “dig”
the new youth, while the character of Mr. Hendry is utilized to convey
the idea that despite the differences, the teens are not that hard to
comprehend. All that is needed is a little communication.
Characterizations
& Acting.
The kids in the film also are much different than teens in similar movies.
The Zenith Club is not a collection of hoodlums out to stir up trouble.
On the contrary, they seem devoted to following their hotrod passion
within the law. They are also well mannered and polite towards their
elders, which I have to believe is the movie going to bat for the youth
of the 50’s. Sure, some kids will always be polite, but others
will always be trouble, no matter what decade you’re talking about.
However, I do have to believe that if this film was made today, these
kids would be smokers, drinkers and would be screwing their way through
half the film. In other words, normal teens. The really artificial thing
about these kids is that the actors do not appear to be the ages they
are portraying, but this was almost an epidemic back in those days.
The
film really does take its time in going anywhere and several of the
main characters are not even named until a significant way into the
movie. The large cast of characters is a detriment at times, as it really
does not allow for all of them to get fleshed out beyond the stereotypes
– geek, clown, etc. Even the lead characters get very little in
the way of development, going through the motions because it is what
is expected of them in such a film, rather than from any sense of characterization
or motivation. Still, they do somehow leave their mark on you, despite
their brief time on screen. At the end I was left with a desire to see
more adventures from this group, but such escapades never did materialize.
Too bad.
As
for the acting involved…don’t worry about being subjected
to the equivalent of a high school drama production just because these
are teens we’re dealing with here. No, the fact that these “teens’
are all in their twenties (and some are damn near in their thirties)
means that the actors had a modicum of talent. There was no way in hell
they were ever gonna find themselves on stage at the Oscars unless they
were severely lost, but they still manage to pull things off adequately
enough.
FX.
Not much. Lots of rear screen projection, dubbed in sounds and sped
up footage to represent cars racing, some on set tricks to make inanimate
objects seem to move and one lame effect to make a ghost walk out of
a painting and surprise a bunch of dancing fools. Like I said, not much.
By far the biggest trick was fooling audiences back then that those
actors were really teenagers.
Music.
A major facet to this movie is the music, and in a teen-oriented production
from this time period, you just know it’s gonna be Rock ‘n’
Roll. The film has several musical scenes, with either a band playing
or someone singing and almost always someone dancing. Depending on your
viewpoint, these moments will either cause the film to grind to a halt
– and considering how slow things are moving already, is a impressive
feat unto itself, or offer up a nearly inexhaustible source of laughter
and ridicule. Remove all the music and dancing from the sixty-five minute
running time and you’ll end up with a much shorter film (apparently
by nearly fifteen minutes). The original songs are not bad for the most
part, though a couple get played more than once and may end up grating
on the nerves by film’s end.
Technique.
In a word, sloppy. In two words, sloppy and uneven. In three words…well,
you get the idea. I think this film was made in about two or three days
and was edited in about five hours. Not only does the “story”
jump around a lot, but also things change from shot to shot, making
for some piss poor continuity. I know it is not a major problem and
should be expected in low budgets films like this, and call me anal
for getting annoyed by it, but when a character’s arm or leg is
in one spot in a particular shot, it had better be in the same damn
place two seconds later in the next shot taken from a slightly different
angle. And when a character moves back and forth between two very different
locations over several shots which play out during the space of about
ten seconds, I get really annoyed.
One
of the highlights of the movie is the wild teen slang of the period.
As someone who was born a full ten years after this film was released
and whose adolescent years were in the 1980’s, I have to wonder…did
kids really talk like that back then or was the dialog embellished to
make it more appealing? One almost needs a translation dictionary when
watching this picture. It’s hard to imagine that anyone ever talked
in such a fashion and I often wonder if much of the slang was really
that prevalent in modern life or just one of those pop culture phenomena
that everyone knows about, but no one ever uses. My own father was a
teen during those years but he never spoke of using slang like that.
Summation.
In the end, despite being an AIP cheapie, and not having much to set
it apart from similar productions, Ghost of Dragstrip Hollow
is an entertaining and sometimes funny romp through the teenage wasteland
of the late 50’s. There is no teen angst here to wade through,
but just plain, good old-fashioned silliness and fun. While viewed through
modern eyes the lack of scares and the dated humor might seem tedious,
fans of such movies or just those who are feeling nostalgic for the
“olden” days will still get a kick out of this one.
|