DR GOLDFOOT & THE BIKINI MACHINE
I have my moments were I am quite happy to take a stroll down “dumb street.” I can sit through some of the most juvenile movies and still not get bored by the lame shenanigans on screen. Bikini Machine is certainly a walk down “dumb street,” and for the first three quarters of the film, I had no problem with that. I enjoyed Price’s over the top abuse of Igor. It didn’t matter how many times he called him “a blithering idiot” or told him to “chop, chop.” It raised a smile from my chapped lips. But for the last quarter of the film, somebody decided that the film needed more action. This action appears in the form of a laboriously painful chase through the streets of San Francisco. And the chase is repetitive. Dr. G chases Gamble and Armstrong, who are in a car. Dr. G uses his remote control to blow up Gamble and Armstrong’s car. Gamble and Armstrong steal another car. Dr. G uses his remote control to blow up Gamble and Armstrong’s car. I am sure you get the idea.
#1 by Blake Matthews on February 23, 2009 - 12:30 pm
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The screencaps in your review make it look fascinating. I remember reading the review of “Girl Bombs” (mentioned in the review) in Leonard Maltin’s book and having difficulty wrapping my mind around gorgeous girl bombs.
#2 by Chad on February 25, 2009 - 11:57 pm
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I’m sorry to read that the movie wasn’t what I always thought it was (I’ve passed the box in my local rental store many times, but never picked it up for some reason). I foolishly assumed that, no matter what, Vincent Price, Frankie Avalon, and mindless ’60s cheesecake would be a winning combination.