Surprisingly incoherent and boring

not horrible nor great

Absolutely Fantastic

A film of deceptively outspoken contemporary relevance, this is cinema at its most alert, alarming and alive.

This movie makes The Beach Girls and the Monster look like Gone With The Wind.The trailer calls this the first horror-monster musical and that's wrong on two counts.First of all, it's not a musical.Having a band sing a couple songs in the background does not make a movie a musical.The band not having amplifiers or microphones helps but it's still not a musical.If you still insist on calling it a "horror-monster musical" then you would have to include Eegah in the same genre.Eegah came out before this so it's not the first either.Anyway, this movie started exactly like I thought it would, middle-aged men in skin tight slacks fighting over a middle-aged woman on the beach.After the fight no one wants the old lady and that's the end of the beach scenes.The last hour has nothing to do with a beach or party and it all makes very little sense.Don't let me forget about the monsters.Some men are throwing barrels of radioactive waste into the ocean and they fall to the bottom at 100 miles per hour.They hit the bottom without denting or bouncing and then the plug gingerly falls out of one.The waste hits a skull and we are treated to a very long and hard to see transition into a monster.Later there is somehow a second monster, ugh.Most of the time it's very hard to see what's going on too.The only time the picture is bright is when nothing is happening.I give this two stars because a guy watched a girl shake her butt and then asked his friend if he brought his hot dog buns.That's comedy gold.Still no reason to ever watch this.

The human skull who becomes the monster must have been a regular customer either at Pink's in Hollywood or at Nathan's on Coney Island, because when they turn into a monster, they have a mouth full of hot dogs which the audience is supposed to believe are teeth. In the past few weeks alone, I have seen old science fiction/horror movies with walking trees, giant vegetables and sun-scorched men who turn into demons. But nothing had me in stitches more than the hot dog monster which I first saw over 30 years ago as part of "It Came From Hollywood", the camp documentary on some of the silliest creatures to come out of the cinema. When the movie credits don't include any of the people appearing in the film (I certainly won't insult thespians by referring to these people as actors), you know its going to be rough. The trailer calls this the first "monster musical", and while there are indeed a handful of amusing mid 60's style songs, it will never be in major competition with other monster musicals which have come along since.The first appearance of the monster underwater, being formulated as the goo from the toxic waste container takes over the oddly placed skull, is very funny, because the actor inside this silly costume doesn't seem to be wearing gloves or boots which match the rest of what they are wearing. This makes it appear that they have human hands and feet, but by the time it erupts out of the rocky waters, it is complete. Hmmm....did it stop at K-Mart on the way to complete its fashionable ensemble? And for what reason does it seem to attack only young girls, although two hilariously drunk guys do get a date with the monster as well. And wait until you see the alleged street gang which invades the beach to make time with the rather loose living teen-aged girls (who look more like the real housewives of New Jersey celebrating their 10 year anniversary) who frequent the sandy shores. They look like chorus boys dressed up as the Sharks and the Jets for a Halloween festival where a Bernardo look-alike fights with a Tony look-alike then looks like he's about to kiss him! There are crotch shots galore of the scantily clad "young people" giving this almost a pornographic feeling to it. To add some massive unrealism, the monster is literally behind two girls waiting on a ride and they don't even feel its presence. The be-speckled driver telling them to get in the car shouldn't be driving, because it's obvious that there is something totally creepy in back of them.After about half an hour, however, the film starts to become rather tedious and you long to just see the monsters dispatched after several different segments where the monsters do their worst. There's a black housekeeper who practices voodoo (actually, she's the only fairly decent actress in the film), a sequence where the hero races to New York City to pick up a barrel of sodium (giving a nice vintage view of the streets of Manhattan circa 1963), and the obligatory shot of the fragile heroine with her bloody foot caught in between two rocks, trapped as the monsters approach. So while this provided amusement in montage sequences of other similar deliciously bad monster movies, it ends up being pretty boring even with what are supposed to be intentional laughs. All the women but the housekeeper and blonde heroine are presented as sex-crazed females, pretty much domineering of the somewhat effeminate men who populate the beach around them. They should have called this one "Amazon Women of the Beach meet the Hot Dog Toothed Toxic Waste Monster".

Unbelievably cheesy. The thirty something teens doing the "zombie stomp" on the beach as the geekish Del Aires rock on. Come to think of it, it was a lot cooler back then than now. Did you ever see a video of teens circa 2012 crowding on the beach, packed like sardines, waving their arms in the air while watching obese rappers say vulgar lyrics on the stage? But I digress..the fight on the beach between Hank and the motorcycle gang leader was incredibly phony. After the fight, the gang leader walked up to Hank and shook his hand...what? The monsters had the phoniest costumes on....embarrassingly fake. The monsters seemed to hone in on attractive young ladies only - killing about 40 of them. They digressed at one point and killed two drunk men. Hank and Eulabelle were very good actors. The rest stank. Hank's hot rod MG was pretty cool. What I took away from this film was that teens of 50 years ago were a lot cooler than the text- messaging, I-Phone addicted, saggy-pant, gangsta rap, Honda-driving,tramp stamp, pierced tongue,weed- smoking, snotty attitude teens of today.

'The Horror of Party Beach' contains so much unintentional humor that I find it an enjoyable bad movie.There are far too many 'bad' movies, but for me, the ultimate test is the question....'would you sit and watch this again?'I can answer wholeheartedly 'yes' to Del Tenney's masterpiece.First off, there is enough gratuitous T and A to satisfy any red-blooded lecher (considering the 1964 date). Second, there is a laughable sixties' surf group, the cleverly named 'Del- Aires'.Third, you have the histrionic performance of Eulabelle Moore playing a character named 'Eulabelle'. She out-Mantans' Mantan Morland's 'Charlie Chan' efforts and sets race relations back decades. Mr. Morland's performances were way back in the forties, so there is an excuse, albeit a lame one, for his 'comic' relief.But Tenney has curiously added an 'unstuck' in time effect with this film. Although made in 1964, it seems to hearken back to the fifties and even the forties, with the inclusion of the inept rock group and the aforementioned Ms. Moore's performance.And fourth of all, what really makes it for me, are the laughable monsters themselves. Moving slowly and lugubriously (a la 'The Creeping Terror'), these mutants from the sea look like refugees from a hot dog eating contest. It seems like the monsters are encumbered by many Johnsonville brats stuffed in their mouths.Yes, this is a bad movie. But I wouldn't mind grabbing a hot dog, popcorn and a coke and watching this fun romp again!