Surfing college students hang out at a club watching comedian Uncle Woody and drinking Pepsis. Rich playboy "Ding" Pruitt falls for Sandy Palmer. His grandfather tries to have the club closed but is exposed as an ex-bootlegger.Written by
Since the best thing that can be said about this film is that it features Bob Denver's bearded mouth upside down with a cartoon face painted on it doing surf be-bop rap in extreme, agonizing close-up, you know there's little reason to see it. Except to guffaw uncontrollably at what the directors guessed teenagers would think was "cool" in 1964: A bunch of squeaky-clean, tanned white kids prancing around in a circle twitching and jerking like epilepsy victims shouting "HO Daddy! HO Daddy! HO Daddy! HO Daddy!" and then shutting up while Denver spews another inane bit of vapid verse while completely buried in sand except for his dreadful mouth, and then repeating the process. Normally an actor would be mortified to have to look back on something like that as a highlight of his career, but then he went on to do GILLIGAN.
The scene in the bar where the owner, washed-up comedian Woody Woodbury, goes around the room methodically tossing out teens who didn't do well on their last test (presumably to go home half-bagged to STUDY), while the rest of the kids laugh and chant along, "It's Woody Weedin' Time, it's Woody Weedin' Time" just makes one squirm. Like this is a common ritual every night, for the owner to go around and "weed out" his customers--as if that would make a nightclub POPULAR.
I give this film one star, but it only gets so many because Tina Louise and some girl in a lime-green bikini shake their clunes something fierce.
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