PAY TO PLAY!

Sad to hear that Haji, co-star of one of my favorite movies of the sixties Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!, passed away recently. I really liked her in this movie, but had an unpleasant dealing with her about 15 years ago. I contacted her through her web site to ask if I could interview her for my book Drive-in Dream Girls. I sent her a letter and she called me where she reamed me out for wanting to take advantage of her to make money off her name. She demanded $500 for an interview. I kindly declined.

She was not the first starlet I encountered who wanted some dough. One made me sign an agreement stating that if I paid anyone for an interview she would be compensated for the same. Another too demanded a fee, which I passed on. I could understand where these ladies were coming from, but it was not like I was doing a fancy coffee table book for Random House. I was writing an interview book for a small press and let’s be honest the interest in my 1960s starlet interview books is very niche.

One was very sweet when I interviewed her for my book and we stayed in touch. When she told me she would be doing an autograph convention just when my book would be out and I asked if I could sit with her to sell some books, she went off on me excusing me of trying to take advantage of her. Goodbye to you!

The saddest encounter for me was with an actress from my book Glamour Girls of Sixties Hollywood. She called me from a pay phone in Palm Desert pleading for a fee to be interviewed. I was stunned and told her I wish I could help but I make a point of not paying. It really shook me up hearing the desperation in her voice. I hope today she got her act together and is doing well today.

 

TEEN BEACH MOVIE; FRANKIE AND ANNETTE HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR

Disney Channel’s Teen Beach Movie was a sort of Beach Party meets West Side Story meets Out of Sight. Not as bad as I suspected as I was mildly entertained for a good 3 quarters of the movie. The last part bogged down and I found myself reaching for the fast forward button and an itching to pop in Beach Blanket Bingo to see a teen beach musical done right.

httpv://youtu.be/2Ip3ndiD7hY

The two leads who go back in time were quite pleasant and I liked that the cute blonde surfer boy Brady (Randy Lynch), was the one into the old 60s beach movies while his girlfriend McKenzie (Maia Mitchell) found them to be lame. However, the chemistry between them doesn’t even come close to what Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello had. Also a missed opportunity to cast Frankie in the small role of McKenzie’s grandfather to give it a direct connection to Beach Party rather than Barry Bostwick.

Once the two surfers land back in 1962 after some really cool surfing footage, there are a few nods to the Beach Party movies beginning with the biker gang being called The Rodents comparable to Erich Von Zipper and his Rat Pack and Mollee Gray as the hip-shaking, fringe-trimmed bathing suit wearing Giggles as a homage to perpetual Twister Candy Johnson. The kids hang out in Big Momma’s run by a sassy black woman sort of close to the 60s version where they hung out at Big Drag’s run by insult comic Don Rickles. And Steve Valentine as the movie’s villian does his best Basil Rathbone impersonation straight out of The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini though his plan to ruin the kid’s beach by controlling the weather is lifted from the non-AIP beach movie Out of Sight. I also liked that the two leads really surfed in the present and when back in the 60s they had them in front of blue screens like Frankie and Annette always were. However, for me the similarity to the 60s beach movies ended there. All the songs are instantally forgetable and none come close to the 60s surf music sound. The less said about the Grace Phipps and Garrett Clayton playing the 60s beach stars the better.

Though I sort of enjoyed the movie, it in no way captured what made Beach Party and its sequels so popular. Granted it is a much different time and the innocence of the early 60s is long gone in all facets of life. By the time Beach Party (1963) went into production the second wave of surf music began climbing the charts.  These were pop songs about surfing or the Southern California lifestyle sung in three or four part harmony.  The Beach Boys from Southern California had a regional hit with “Surfin’” and then cracked the Top 20 with “Surfin’ Safari” in 1962.  And in early 1963, Jan and Dean climbed the charts with “Honolulu Lulu” the Queen of the surfer girls before hitting the top of the charts with “SurfCity.”  These songs inspired the surfing dreams of young people across the country some that had never seen the ocean and turned the sport into a national craze.

Beach Party producers James H. Nicholson and Samuel Z. Arkoff of AIP had the foresight to gamble on a new formula suggested by director William Asher, an avid surfer and denizen of Malibu.  He convinced the producers to make their first pop musical film about clean cut, beach-loving surfers just looking for a good time.  Screenwriter Lou Rusoff set up an interesting premise in Beach Party as it combined aspects of Gidget and Where the Boys Are.  Surfer gets mad at girl for inviting his buddies on their romantic holiday at the beach so he decides to make her jealous.  Throw in an older professor studying the sex habits of teenagers, an inept motorcycle gang, the best stock surfing sequences in the entire series, and a buxom Hungarian vixen, and you have the makings for an entertaining beach party.  In between some of this foolishness, the subculture of surfing is explored.  Surfer slang peppers the script and surf culture is off limits to the adults, biker gang, and “gremmies.”  Yes, we know that real hot doggers don’t break into song or are as dumb as Bonehead, but not since Gidget does a film, amid the slapstick, try to explain the appeal of shooting the curl.

Signed to star in Beach Party (1963) were singing sensation Frankie Avalon and Mouseketeer cast-off Annette Funicello.  Neither actor would be considered an obvious choice to play the typical Southern California beach dweller.  The dark-haired Avalon was slight at five feet, seven inches tall and grew up in the inner city of Philadelphia.  Annette was a buxom, Italian Catholic brunette who had never donned a bikini and never would.  Nevertheless, the chemistry between Frankie and Annette immediately struck a chord with the teenage movie going public as they sang, surfed, bickered, and fell in love under the California sun.  Also contributing to the movie’s immense popularity was the gorgeous Malibu shoreline, ample surfing footage, shirtless surfer boys and bikini-clad beauties, Harvey Lembeck as a fumbling motorcycle gang leader, and authentic surf rhythms provided by Dick Dale & the Del-Tones.  The adult guest stars, including Bob Cummings, Dorothy Malone, and Morey Amsterdam, made it appealing to older audiences as well.

AIP meanwhile followed up with two immediate sequels re-teaming Frankie and Annette.  While the first film showed the surfers smoking cigarettes and drinking beer, these activities slowly disappeared in all the subsequent films so as not to rile parents of the teenagers for whom these films were intended.  In Muscle Beach Party (1964) the surfers battle a group of bodybuilders led by the hysterical Don Rickles for their turf on the beach while Annette has competition with Luciana Paluzzi as an Italian countess for the charms of Frankie.  Bikini Beach (1964) was the first AIP movie to introduce another sport as drag racing replaced surfing as the main focal point.  It also lampooned The Beatles with Avalon playing the dual role of Frankie the surfer and the Potato Bug, a British pop singer who flips for Annette. Both were big box office hits as well.

The beach movies were extremely popular as they struck a chord with the teenage psyche.  AIP was probably the first studio to realize that roughly two-thirds of the movie ticket buying public were between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five.  The beach-party movies were tailored squarely for that audience combining their love of rock music with their hormonal thirst for titillation (e.g. scantily clad boys and girls twitching and singing about love and heartache on the shores of Malibu) without straying from the moral attitudes of the time.  The surf and beach-party movies created a carefree environment where good kids don’t have a care in the world and enjoy an easygoing parentless lifestyle of surfing, dancing, rock ‘n’ roll, and romance, which was unconnected with reality.  It was an escapist fantasy look at the American youth culture—an innocent ideal that most teenagers of the time embraced.

Of course the major studios took notice of AIP’s success with the beach movies and flooded the market with their knock-offs in 1964 and 1965. Soon there was Surf Party; For Those Who Think Young; Ride the Wild Surf; The Horror of Party Beach; The Girls on the Beach; A Swingin’ Summer; Beach Ball; Wild on the Beach, etc. With the over saturation of beach movies in the marketplace, the innovative American International Pictures needed other hooks to lure the fickle teenage ticket buyers into the drive-ins.  They began the year hitting the bulls-eye with Beach Blanket Bingo, arguably the best of the Frankie and Annette beach-party movies.  It threw in everything from mermaids to skydiving and came out a winner thanks to the attractive cast of regulars, newcomers to the genre Linda Evans and Marta Kristen, and hilarious bits from Don Rickles, Harvey Lembeck, and especially Paul Lynde.  The studio ended the year however with a thud.  Though How to Stuff a Wild Bikini featured a pleasant musical score warbled by the cast, the film was weakened by unconvincing leading man Dwayne Hickman, a preoccupied and pregnant Annette Funicello, and a hammy Mickey Rooney. Frankie only cameos at the beginning and end of the movie.

Even so, it was a very popular and profitable run for Frankie and Annette, AIP, and the beach party genre it created. I just don’t see Teen Beach Musical coming close to this phemenon back then though I did read it scored supremely high ratings so I presume a sequel will be in the works.

Great tribute video to all the 1960s Beach Party movies with Frankie and Annette I found on YouTube:

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZNVXS08R7A&feature=share&list=FL7Yme4vIatJxEPMu2B8OsAg

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2 INTERVIEWS. 2 THUMBS UP!

I want to plug to wonderful online interviews that I felt were not only entertaining but insightful and interesting. Click here to read all about 1artist and former ’60s beach party actress Salli Sachse. She appeared in the second Frankie and Annette beach movie Muscle Beach Party and worked in all of them straight through The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini. While most of the other beach bases hung up their bikinis when the genre was washed away with the tide, Salli donned biker leather for Devil’s Angels and mod attire as the LSD Freak-Out Girl in The Trip.

httpv://youtu.be/-o6lKLTzcpc

Click here for my friend Shaun Chang’s even more engrossing interview with Ana Alicia best remembered as scheming vixen Melissa on TV’s hit prime time ’80s soap Falcon Crest. They chat about that show and lots of her TV appearances prior while under contract to Universal and her time on the daytime soap Ryan’s Hope.

httpv://youtu.be/Lv6nHoPmZPQ

 

GAIL GERBER HAS LEFT THE ‘HOOD…

and has headed home to Vancouver where it all began for her. I will miss her dearly. Gail was not just a former 60s starlet to me. We stayed in touch, became friends, then neighbors, and eventually she became part of our family in upstate Manhattan along with Ern, Teddy and Maxie. Friday nights hanging out at the bar listening to live jazz at the New Leaf Restaurant in the middle of Fort Tryon Park will not be the same without Gail. She really is into all kinds of jazz and doesn’t mind “the girl singers” once in awhile. If we had dinner with Gail and ate at a table, we would treat her to dessert, a glass or two of Lemoncello, at the bar where we would chat with David our favorite bartender or another David our favorite barfly.

Gail Gerber was born in Vancouver and left at age 15 when she became the youngest member of Les Grandes Ballets Canadiennes based in Montreal. She stayed with the troupe from 1952 to 1960 when the acting bug grabbed her. She moved first to Toronto where she honed her craft in Summer Stock and on live TV before taking on Hollywood in 1963. She quickly landed 2  Elvis Presley movies; 2 beach movies; and a teenage sci-fi flick. She also landed a beau, writer Terry Southern in 1964, whom she met on the set of The Loved One and whom she would stay with until his death 30 years later. They didn’t let a little thing like their spouses get in the way of their relationship, which was not the norm for that period of time.

Giving up her acting career in 1966, she tagged along as Terry moved from Hollywood to Malibu to New York to London to New York again and then settling in the Berkshires. After Southern passed away in 1995, Gail moved back to Vancouver briefly then moved back to the Berkshires then to New York then to Chicago then back to New York one last time.

I met Gail during her second to last stint in New York when I interviewed her for my book Drive-in Dream Girls in 2002. We met for lunch in the West Village and she was delightful and fun. When the book came out she contacted me and said I captured her real voice and she was impressed. She also said Terry would have been too and that our title was so him.

After Gail moved to Chicago, she would get in touch with me when she came to New York for short visits. We would meet for dinner or go see live music (i.e. Ilene Kristen, Delia from Ryan’s Hope, at the Triad). When Gail came back to New York the last time we became very close as I helped her write her memoir Trippin’ with Terry Southern. We spent practically every Saturday together for over one year. She was living in Upstate Manhattan and Ernie just purchased a co-op nearby due to Gail introducing us to the area. I had never been above 125th Street prior.

My favorite moments with Gail were sitting at our kitchen bar getting tipsy on wine or proseco while Ernie was cooking away with 2 or 3 burners working and the oven heating up the apartment. He and Gail would talk food and share Mark Bickman recipes. Gail and I would chat about her famous friends such as Rip Torn, Angelica Page, David Amram, Matthew Barney and trash people that did her or Terry dirt such as Dennis Hopper, Peter Fonda, and Terry’s ex-wife. After a usually splendid meal, Ern and I would walk a stumbling Gail home and make plans for the next dinner at our house or the next time to meet at the New Leaf.

People used to say that Terry Southern was the hippest guy on the planet. I can definitely say that Gail Gerber is the hippest gal I ever knew on the planet. Hell she danced with Elvis Presley; licked Beau Bridges’ face in the mud; pissed off the Beach Boys; hung out with the Rolling Stones; took an ocean cruise with Peter Sellers; sneezed cocaine all over Harry Nillson; did live theatre with Ilene Kristen; was best friends with Geraldine Page; helped Rip Torn win his lawsuit vs. Dennis Hopper; appeared in a Matthew Barney film at age 75; and grows pot in her home! Upstate Manhattan will never be the same without her and I hope she enjoys her new life in Vancouver!

 

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