HOLLYWOOD COLLECTORS SHOW PART II

The highlight of the show for me on Sat. was finally meeting former 60s starlet Quinn O’Hara in person. We’ve talked by phone and by email for years but had never met before. She looked fabulous and was just so wonderful and sweet and even signed copies of Drive-in Dream Girls for customers who bought the book. We then went over and chatted with Celeste Yarnall and Deanna Lund of Land of the Giants who was so gracious. She really is a “living doll in giant land.” Being a huge fan of hers for years, I bought an autographed photo. The only celebrity I purchased one from. Both Celeste and Deanna encouraged Quinn to attend a future show as a guest, which she will do.

Show ended with me selling about 25 books–not bad but not great. Even so I had a wonderful time with Adam Phillips from McFarland and made some good contacts. All in all I’d say it was a success. Will have some pictures to post when I return to NY.

LIVE FROM THE HOLLYWOOD COLLECTORS SHOW

Day one at the show was fair and I sold about 10 books. The show wasn’t particularly crowded but that was expected as it was a work day.

Chatted with the still lovely and gracious Celeste Yarnall who had new pictures from her movies Eve and The Nutty Professor. She also was selling DVDS of Eve and The Velvet Vampire. Also said hi to my buddy Richard Herd from the sci-fi clasic TV series V and producer Bert I. Gordon who didn’t remember Gail Gerber from his movie Village of the Giants.

Didn’t chat with Carol Lynley as she and her Poseidon Adventure co-stars were mobbed but Carol looked better than she has in a long time. Good for her.

Actor that played Superboy in the TV series was in full view from my table and he sure was eye candy but two away from him was the hissable France Nuyen! Just my luck.


MOVIE OF THE WEEK

Since I hate winter and am looking so forward to the start of spring I thought I would do a weekly feature on my favorite ’60s beach movies. First up:

BEACH BALL (1965)
Edd Byrnes (Dick Martin), Chris Noel (Susan), Robert Logan (Bango), Aron Kincaid (Jack), Mikki Jamison (Augusta), Don Edmonds (Bob), Brenda Benet (Samantha), Gail Gilmore (Deborah), James Wellman (Bernard Wolf), Anna Lavelle (Polly), Dick Miller (Police Officer #1), Lee Krieger, Jack Bernardi (Mr. Wilk), Bill Sampson (Announcer), John Hyden (Police Officer #2), Rita D’Amico (Wendy). Also: Lee Krieger. Guest Stars: The Supremes, The Four Seasons, The Righteous Brothers, The Hondells, and The Walker Brothers. Not credited: Bart Patton, Sid Haig, Ron Russell, and Brian Cutler.

Beach Ball was the last beach movie to be released in 1965 and it was one of the best. The producing-directing team of Bart Patton and Lennie Weinrib adapted the AIP formula to good effect. Four college dropouts living at the beach secure a student loan for tribal music studies when in fact they need the money to pay for their rock group’s instruments. When the brainy girls at the college union realize that they have been bamboozled, they rip up the check, remove their eyeglasses, tease their hair and head for the beach to try to entice the guys to return to school.

Despite the drubbing from the critics and some beach movie fans, Beach Ball is arguably the breeziest and most enjoyable of the Beach Party clones. It is also the most blatant rip off throwing in everything from surfing, skydiving, and hot rodding to a battle-of-the-bands contest and the guys in drag to match the zaniness of the AIP beach movies. The film works well because it is fast-paced, nicely photographed in color, has some funny moments, lots of beach scenes, a healthy-looking cast, and an excellent roster of musical performers most notably the Supremes, the Righteous Brothers, and The Four Seasons who are interspersed throughout the movie.

As for the cast, unlike Annette Funicello in the Beach Party movies or Noreen Corcoran in The Girls on the Beach, perky Chris Noel and the other gals are not afraid to show off their shapely figures in very revealing bikinis. Pretty blonde Anna Lavelle in particular dons the skimpiest swim suits and has some funny moments as the guy’s addled-brained beach groupie Polly. The movie boasts perhaps the most curvaceous set of lead actresses in any surf movie from the decade. For boy watchers, the guys’ sport nice physiques particularly handsome Robert Logan and blonde Aron Kincaid who gives a droll performance as ladies man, Jack. Edd Byrnes is definitely too long in the tooth to make a believable college guy but he does look swell in his swim trunks.

Surfing is limited to the opening stock footage of surfers riding huge swells and as with most beach-party movies when the actors emerge from the ocean it is calm without a big wave in sight. There are however plenty of scenes of the gang frolicking on the beach. A scene with the kids playing “Keep Away” with a football on the shore is nicely photographed and scored. The film’s major asset is the music from the catchy instrumental entitled “Cycle Chase” heard throughout to the songs lip-synched by Kincaid and the others as the Wigglers to all of the numbers performed by the rock acts. The standout is definitely seeing the Supremes singing “Come to the Beach Ball with Me” and “Surfer Boy.” Though the Motown songwriters did not come close to capturing the authentic surf sound (hell they were from Detroit and what did they know about surfing anyway?), the girls sing the catchy tunes well. Florence Ballard and Mary Wilson look great but Diana Ross is a fright with her chipped tooth and big beehive wig. Her close-ups are truly scarier than anything found in The Horror of Party Beach—another reason why Beach Ball is a must to see.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAROL LYNLEY!

Carol Lynley turns 66 today and in honor I thought I would share my favorite Carol photo. This was taken during production of the 1970 comedy Norwood, which reunited True Grit love birds Glen Campbell and Kim Darby. It was based on a novel about a Vietnam vet who bored with is hometown after returning from the war makes a road trip to New York to try to find fame and fortune as a singer. Along the way he has encounters with his GI budddy (Joe Namath), a hooker (Lynley), a Greenwich Village hippie (Tisha Sterling), and a sweet pregant girl whom he falls in love with (Darby). It was produced by Hal B. Wallis and was initially intended for Elvis Presley.

Carol has only about 10 minutes of screen time but steals the movie with her amusing performance as feisty, foul-mouthed, city-girl-wannabe Yvonne Phillips or as she exclaims to Campbell’s Norwood, “My name is not Laverne it’s Yvonne! But I don’t want you calling me nuthin’!” The two bicker and fight driving together from Texas to Illinois after she becomes his unexpected passenger when he is hired by shady Pat Hingle to drive a car towing another to New York. After he learns from Yvonne that the two cars are hot or as she explains, “They are about to burst into flames” Norwood ditches her and them after a high speed chase by a town’s sheriff. These are the best scenes in the movie and the chemisty between the two far exceeds the film’s major pairing of Campbell with Darby.

Carol’s screen time should have been longer but when filming began Campbell decided his fans wouldn’t appreciate hearing the cussing from Lynley’s character or the fact that she was a hooker in this G-rated movie. He prevailed with the producers and despite Carol’s pleading her language was cleaned up though she does get in one “country son-of-a-bitch” and her “profession” is dubious. Also cut was a scene in the back seat of the car where she seduces him. Even still Carol proved she had comedic ability once again but for most of the ’70s it remained untapped.