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Edgar during his earlier detective career deciding he absolutely should wear heels to work for the next 6+ years
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DR GOLDFOOT AND THE BIKINI MACHINE (Dir: Norman Taurog, 1965).
A kooky 1960s teen-comedy-cum-spy-spoof from Hollywood’s greatest purveyors of exploitation, American International Pictures (AIP).
The titular Dr Goldfoot (Vincent Price) has invented a machine for turning out lethal bikini clad robots with which he plans to ensnare the world's wealthiest men, acquire their assets and bump them off, eventually seeking world domination. Stumbling upon the plan are bumbling undercover agent Craig Gamble (Frankie Avalon) and playboy Todd Armstrong (Dwayne Hickman), both unwittingly smitten with humanoid Diane (Susan Hart). The pair face some Edgar Allen Poe worthy tortures as they attempt to infiltrate Goldfoot's lair and bust up his operation.
While not an official entry in AIP's Beach Party series, the movie is something of an offshoot of, or cousin to, the beach movies; taking its cues from both the beach and Bond.
In a non-singing role the talented Frankie Avalon gives the impression of being a much better actor than Hollywood allowed. As his partner in crime-busting Dwayne Hickman, while lacking Frankie’s charisma, makes for a perfectly amiable leading man. The magnificent Vincent Price, meanwhile, happily leaves subtlety in his dressing room and hams it up a treat as the infamous Dr G.
It’s all very silly and the humour is very broad and incredibly juvenile. Yet, despite what its title may suggest, it’s all pretty innocent stuff. No movie entitled Dr Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine was ever going to be a plea for feminism but neither is it as rampant with outdated sexism as you might expect. Director Norman Taurog keeps things moving at a rapid pace, with enough whimsical humour and general good vibes as to make it entertaining eye candy, if little else.
At time when increasing civil unrest and the Vietnam War were encroaching on teenagers real lives, it is easy to see why escapist fluff such as this was popular. It is a fun time capsule of a more innocent era - at least in teen movies. Fans of beach movies, Bond and 1960s kitsch should find much to enjoy.
For a longer, more in-depth review of DR GOLDFOOT AND THE BIKINI MACHINE visit my blog JINGLE BONES MOVIE TIME! Link below.
This is either the best or the worst idea I’ve ever had
Once upon a midnight dreary, when clouds flittered, dark and eerie,
The shining moon hidden behind their ghastly, appalling vapor,
I went walking on that overshadowed path, not even talking,
When I heard something roar, something savage, across the moor.
“It’s the wind,” I told myself. “Couldn’t be anything more-
It would be best to ignore.”
Despite the horrid rustling, I kept on doggedly hustling,
Before the angry sky could pour, across the darkened land I tore,
Out of my chest my heart beating, every stride, fighting, competing,
Against some beast of decrepit yore, worse than a ferid boar.
I ran towards my front door, to the safe place that I do adore
— Better than being done for!
Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
[...]
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
[...]
There the traveller meets, aghast,
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robes forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth - and Heaven.
—Dreamland, Edgar Allen Poe
Wilde would whisper flowery sweet nothings in your ear during foreplay but then have his very dirty way with you
Fitzgerald would spend like an hour bragging about how good he was and then come much too soon
Shakespeare would make up positions on the spot but they’d be awesome
Doyle would please you once and then complain when you kept asking him to do the same thing over and over again
Hemingway would explain in no uncertain terms exactly what he was going to do, and do exactly one very simple act, but goddamn if it wasn’t the best time you’ve had in years anyways
Joyce would take FOREVER but eventually satisfy you
Rand would make you do all the work yourself
Poe would cry
🦇 trad goths 🦇
“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲… 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧” - 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐞
Just read The cask of Amontillado and now I’m hyperfixating
(Montreasor and Fortunado are gay, you can’t tell me otherwise)
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