This hilarious goof ball schlock film possesses just the right ingredients to qualify as good entertainment, if not exactly a good film. You've got parties, babes, a lot of dancing and digging it, the beach, an upbeat rock group, a motorcycle club (who never actually really do anything), and an early "dangers of dumping radioactive waste" creature feature with some of the most ridiculous creatures to be seen in movies of this ilk. It's deliberately campy stuff, with absurd dialogue to spare and priceless, unconvincing performances from everybody involved.
When radioactive sludge is dumped into the ocean, it contaminates a human skeleton and turns it into a great big shambling fishy beast with googly eyes and hot dogs in its mouth. (Somehow a whole lot of other creatures are created as well.) The beasts mostly like to prey on not-too-bright young women, but if dopey drunk GUYS happen to be around, well, they'll make pretty good victims too.
In all honesty, I don't see how people can truly hate something like this. Directed with sincerity, if not a great deal of talent, by '60 schlock purveyor Del Tenney, it never sets out to be that serious, although some of those attack scenes are kind of intense. A highlight in this regard is when two of the monsters descend upon some gals having a slumber party.
One's gotta love the stiff and inane acting from the no-name cast: John Scott as square-jawed hero Hank Green, Alice Lyon as his leading lady (who definitely looks too old for her role), Allan Laurel as our resident scientist with all the answers, Marilyn Clarke as Hanks' shallow ex-girlfriend, and the memorable Eulabelle Moore playing a maid with the same name.
Personally, this viewer feels that "The Horror of Party Beach" can easily take its place alongside other low budget nonsense films from the same period. Yeah, of course this is a bad film, but it still has an irresistible bad movie charm going for it. At the very least, you just can't go wrong with that steady stream of silly, harmless pop songs such as "The Zombie Stomp" and "Wigglin' Wobblin", now can you?
Five out of 10.
When radioactive sludge is dumped into the ocean, it contaminates a human skeleton and turns it into a great big shambling fishy beast with googly eyes and hot dogs in its mouth. (Somehow a whole lot of other creatures are created as well.) The beasts mostly like to prey on not-too-bright young women, but if dopey drunk GUYS happen to be around, well, they'll make pretty good victims too.
In all honesty, I don't see how people can truly hate something like this. Directed with sincerity, if not a great deal of talent, by '60 schlock purveyor Del Tenney, it never sets out to be that serious, although some of those attack scenes are kind of intense. A highlight in this regard is when two of the monsters descend upon some gals having a slumber party.
One's gotta love the stiff and inane acting from the no-name cast: John Scott as square-jawed hero Hank Green, Alice Lyon as his leading lady (who definitely looks too old for her role), Allan Laurel as our resident scientist with all the answers, Marilyn Clarke as Hanks' shallow ex-girlfriend, and the memorable Eulabelle Moore playing a maid with the same name.
Personally, this viewer feels that "The Horror of Party Beach" can easily take its place alongside other low budget nonsense films from the same period. Yeah, of course this is a bad film, but it still has an irresistible bad movie charm going for it. At the very least, you just can't go wrong with that steady stream of silly, harmless pop songs such as "The Zombie Stomp" and "Wigglin' Wobblin", now can you?
Five out of 10.