Released in the first week of November 1963, Palm Springs Weekend was what Hollywood was presenting as hard partying Spring Break rebelliousness before the sea change in this country just up ahead. Counter culture was about people who hung around diners not those dissatisfied with the system and in Weekend we get a skewed representation of American youth; blonde, blue eyed (Troy Donahue, Connie Stevens, Ty Hardin) neatly attired with bad taste in music.
The raging hormone set are off to Palm Springs for the weekend from LA along with some bumbling grown ups like basketball coach (Jack Weston) who is intent on keeping his boys in training but ultimately succumbs himself to the temptations of the party culture. Locally Chief Dixon (Andrew Duggan) and daughter Bunny (Stephanie Powers) argue the generation gap. The stage is now set for the kids to hook-up and dance, kiss, fight and celebrate the stupidity of youth circa 63 but even back then this was pretty tame stuff.
Director Norman Taurog keeps things flood lit and flat most of the way juggling his roster of second stringers to help give the film a pulse but the humor is heavy handed, the romance beyond mawkish. It takes itself a little more serious than the Frankie and Annette Beach saga which began the same year but it more or less delivers the same sand in your bathing suit result of insipid irritation. Today it can be seen as a goofy time piece of more innocent and secure times.
The raging hormone set are off to Palm Springs for the weekend from LA along with some bumbling grown ups like basketball coach (Jack Weston) who is intent on keeping his boys in training but ultimately succumbs himself to the temptations of the party culture. Locally Chief Dixon (Andrew Duggan) and daughter Bunny (Stephanie Powers) argue the generation gap. The stage is now set for the kids to hook-up and dance, kiss, fight and celebrate the stupidity of youth circa 63 but even back then this was pretty tame stuff.
Director Norman Taurog keeps things flood lit and flat most of the way juggling his roster of second stringers to help give the film a pulse but the humor is heavy handed, the romance beyond mawkish. It takes itself a little more serious than the Frankie and Annette Beach saga which began the same year but it more or less delivers the same sand in your bathing suit result of insipid irritation. Today it can be seen as a goofy time piece of more innocent and secure times.