Film is awful - like Carry On Summer Holiday - and for that reason, rather enjoyable. The sixties hasn't really caught up with these kids yet - there's no sex, drugs or booze, just some pretty tame rock from Gary Lewis or someone. Has the most prurient of cameraman, who is absolutely fixated by endless shots of bikini clad bosoms and bottoms in tight pants. There's an astoundingly bad fight scene, very dodgy acting, and a risible script (as evidence, the best line in it is "OK, let's go!")
Of note as Raquel Welch's debut. Film really only comes vaguely to life in Righteous Brothers' finale.
Also filled with characters who seem really gay.
The fact we watched a 4x3 crop of a Techniscope print, replete with rolling frames and flashes of green, made it even funnier.
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