by Patrick Bromley
The thing about the Beach Party movies -- which, I'll reiterate, I love -- is that they adhere to the law of diminishing returns. The original 1963 Beach Party is easily the best in the series, and by the time The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini rolls around just three years and seven movies later, it barely resembles what the series once was. Hell, it barely resembles a movie at all. Only the most devoted and indiscriminate of fans made it that deep into the run.
This means that the second film in the cycle, 1964's Muscle Beach Party, is the second best of them all. Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello reprise their roles as Frankie and DeeDee, young lovers spending their summer at the beach with all of their friends. Their fun is interrupted on two separate fronts: first, a group of bodybuilders led by coach Jack Fanny (Don Rickles) has invaded the beach for the summer. Second, an Italian Countess named Juliana Giotto-Borgini (Luciana Paluzzi) has shown up and has eyes for Frankie, causing him to question his own feelings for DeeDee. Not to worry -- it's nothing a little surfing and/or singing can't fix.
As someone who is drawn to this series for its youthful innocence and unabashed sense of early '60s joy, Muscle Beach Party remains one of my favorites in the series. The focus is placed mostly on the romance between Frankie and DeeDee, which is the real backbone of the entire series (there's a reason things started falling apart quickly once Avalon and Funicello left the franchise). When Frankie finally realizes what a jerk he's been (though, having seen the Countess Giotto-Borgini, one can hardly blame him) and makes his public declaration of love, the scene is genuninely sweet despite the fact that we've seen something similiar in every third movie ever made. Much of that can be attributed to Funicello, who is never a particularly good actress in these movies but whose eyes radiate decency and adoration. We want her to get a nice guy because it's what she deserves.
Muscle Beach Party also has some of the best music in the entire series, with on-camera performances by both Dick Dale and the Del-Tones and a 13-year old Stevie Wonder (billed her as "Little Stevie" Wonder), whose "Happy Street" ends the movie on a high note. The Beach Boys' Brian Wilson contributed to most of the original songs alongside Roger Christian and Gary Usher, meaning they're all a step above what we're used to in the series. Annette Funicello's "A Girl Needs a Boy" is a highlight, because Annette songs always are.
And, thanks to the wonder of HD, it's never looked better than it does on the Blu-ray from Olive Films. Besides finally being available in proper widescreen (my DVDs are non-anamorphic, meaning I can watch the Beach Party series through a little window), the colors pop and the songs have some kick to them. I can only hope that between this and their release of Beach Blanket Bingo, we're in the middle of a Beach Party rennaissance that will see Olive Films also putting out the other five films in the series. The completist in me wants it. The Beach Party fan in me needs it.
Blu-ray release date: February 17, 2015
DTS HD 2.0 Master Audio (English)
Bonus Feature: Trailer
Buy Muscle Beach Party from Olive Films here
I'm guessing you've seen "Back to the Beach". What are your thoughts on it? I remember it mostly as one of my first cinema experiences, along with "Masters of the Universe", and that Pee-Wee Herman cameoed. I haven't seen any of the original "Beach" movies, but your reviews have peaked my interest.ReplyDelete
I watched this for Junesploitation. I was not a fan of the beach party movies before Muscle Beach Party, and it did not succeed in making me a fan.ReplyDelete
The musical numbers were one aspect I did enjoy. It would have been nice to hear Dick Dale play his guitar a little more. The appearance of a young Stevie Wonder helped me get through to the end.
I got a chance to watch The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini earlier this year. Taking an objective look at it, Ghost is a complete failure. Mashing up a haunted house comedy with beach party antics was never going to work; the shifts in tone are utterly jarring. As a connoisseur of interesting bad movies, though, I really had a good time with it because nothing was predictable. A sexy ghost talking to Boris Karloff in a coffin, a man in gorilla suit, a silly biker gang, what is next?