I guess the intent of this film is to show that kids are screwed up because their parents are screwed up. But what the film really shows is that its producer, director, and writer are screwed up.
Mark Damon, playing a character named Twig Webster (no relation to Branch Rickey) leads a group of hooligans who like to crash parties. He and his - er, ruffians - arrive at one party and he immediately sets his radar on Connie Stevens. Stevens' boyfriend, Bobby Driscoll, is not amused. It doesn't take long before Damon and his - er, malcontents - trash the place. Connie finds all this strangely exciting; I find it hack. The cops arrive on the scene about ten seconds after being called, probably because there is a Dunkin' Donuts shop around the corner. However, almost everyone gets away so the film can continue.
In short order, we get to meet everyone's parents. Driscoll's parents are played by former screen beauty Frances Farmer and future old guy Denver Pyle. Stevens' parents are played by Onslow Stevens (fortunately for Connie, no relation) and some old bag preparing a speech called "The Natural Grain of Life." For some reason, Onslow acts rather effeminate, so maybe this marriage was arranged. Damon's parents are played by former screen siren Doris Dowling (as the town ho) and character actor Walter Brooke (as the town lush). After spending 5 minutes with any of these pairs, you'd be thankful for being an orphan.
As the film progresses, Damon makes the inevitable move on Stevens, who isn't sure how to react, but does string him along while Driscoll huffs and puffs. In the finale, all the kids decide to crash a party. Damon is horrified to discover that his mother is one of the hors d'oeuvres. The adults running it are real bad-arses, so another rumble ensues. For trivia buffs, one of the adults is played by Michael Ross, who had two roles in "Attack of the 50-Foot Woman" (bartender and very large alien). I won't give away the rest, but somebody goes tumbling down a flight of stairs, and it ain't Ralph Kramden. The fade-out is pretty phony.
The acting is okay, for the most part. Connie is cute as ever and Damon is repulsive as ever. Driscoll is actually pretty good in an uninteresting part, but is overshadowed by his co-stars. Farmer still looks good, but shows almost no emotion when reading her lines. Knowing her history, I guess we should give her a pass on this one. Brooke is a little too over-the-top as a drunken weenie. Dowling has the juiciest role, and also has the creepiest scene in the film, when it appears she is about ready to make out with Damon.
Mark Damon, playing a character named Twig Webster (no relation to Branch Rickey) leads a group of hooligans who like to crash parties. He and his - er, ruffians - arrive at one party and he immediately sets his radar on Connie Stevens. Stevens' boyfriend, Bobby Driscoll, is not amused. It doesn't take long before Damon and his - er, malcontents - trash the place. Connie finds all this strangely exciting; I find it hack. The cops arrive on the scene about ten seconds after being called, probably because there is a Dunkin' Donuts shop around the corner. However, almost everyone gets away so the film can continue.
In short order, we get to meet everyone's parents. Driscoll's parents are played by former screen beauty Frances Farmer and future old guy Denver Pyle. Stevens' parents are played by Onslow Stevens (fortunately for Connie, no relation) and some old bag preparing a speech called "The Natural Grain of Life." For some reason, Onslow acts rather effeminate, so maybe this marriage was arranged. Damon's parents are played by former screen siren Doris Dowling (as the town ho) and character actor Walter Brooke (as the town lush). After spending 5 minutes with any of these pairs, you'd be thankful for being an orphan.
As the film progresses, Damon makes the inevitable move on Stevens, who isn't sure how to react, but does string him along while Driscoll huffs and puffs. In the finale, all the kids decide to crash a party. Damon is horrified to discover that his mother is one of the hors d'oeuvres. The adults running it are real bad-arses, so another rumble ensues. For trivia buffs, one of the adults is played by Michael Ross, who had two roles in "Attack of the 50-Foot Woman" (bartender and very large alien). I won't give away the rest, but somebody goes tumbling down a flight of stairs, and it ain't Ralph Kramden. The fade-out is pretty phony.
The acting is okay, for the most part. Connie is cute as ever and Damon is repulsive as ever. Driscoll is actually pretty good in an uninteresting part, but is overshadowed by his co-stars. Farmer still looks good, but shows almost no emotion when reading her lines. Knowing her history, I guess we should give her a pass on this one. Brooke is a little too over-the-top as a drunken weenie. Dowling has the juiciest role, and also has the creepiest scene in the film, when it appears she is about ready to make out with Damon.