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It tries to be film noir, but ends up film nuh-uh.
OK, how many of you (or, at least those old enough to be… old enough) saw the title of this movie and snapped your fingers twice in a row?
Kookie can’t get your comb in THIS one… I’m guessing. (Hey, I only saw that show in reruns!)
(and no “Okay, Boomer”s, please. A “Here’s Boomer” or two will be okay, however)
From tvguide.com.
“Technical ineptitude abounds in this bottom-of-the-barrel crime drama about a hotshot photographer, Eplin, who gets mixed up in an underworld of prostitution and gunrunning. The sleazy, neon-lit night life of Hollywood’s Sunset Strip–with its prostitutes, sex clubs, and two-bit
criminals–serves as the backdrop as club owner Mayall fights to keep the mob from closing his doors for good. Eplin offers to help Mayall by photographing an illegal payoff. Mayall is murdered. Now the mob leader thinks that Eplin has some incriminating information, and the police believe Eplin is the killer.
With the help of his former girl friend, Newell, Eplin tries to find out who’s really responsible. Eventually the path leads to mob boss Williams, who is trying to use the club as a front to ship arms to South America. A corrupt police detective is involved in the plan. By the finale, the bad guys are dead, and the heroic Eplin and his friends are just fine.
Unconvincing, unrealistic, mindless, pedestrian, and unintentionally funny are just a few of the ways to describe SUNSET STRIP. There isn’t the least bit of credibility in the characters; the story is ridiculously far-fetched; the chase scenes are pathetic; and the special effects are even worse. It’s difficult to imagine a movie in which all the facets of production are worthless; it’s even more difficult to know where to begin criticizing such a film. What’s harder still is watching it for 82 minutes.
If director Webb and his editor had understood the concept of ‘sound synchronization’ and the use of a ‘presence track,’ then SUNSET STRIP would have been a bit more tolerable. Eplin and Newell do what they can with their roles, which isn’t much as they’ve been written so poorly. Williams and his criminal goons are laughable–again, because of the writing more than the acting. Only Mayall, the legendary British blues musician who started the careers of many rock ‘n’ roll greats, comes through the film unscathed. He’s the only convincing character in the entire picture, but unfortunately he gets killed within the first 10 minutes.
Like a previous effort by the producers, the strung-together CALIFORNIA GIRLS (1984), this movie sat on the shelf for years, never finding a sucker to pick it up for theatrical release. It finally appeared in video stores.
Songs include ‘Sunset Strip’ (Elliott Solomon, Rick Thibodeau, Dave Flynn, Ron Cobner, performed by the Edge), ‘Do What You Can to Survive,’ ‘Savin’ My Love’ (Thibodeau, Solomon, Flynn, performed by the Edge), ‘Killers’ (David Storrs, performed by Storrs, Ice-T), ‘Party Rock’ (Storrs, performed by Storrs), ‘World Cruise’ (Nicki Jones, performed by the Flames), ‘Somebody Loves You’ (Jones, Jeff Jourard, performed by the Flames), ‘Final Notice’ (Jones, Jeff Jourard, performed by the Flames), ‘Here Comes the Night’ (Bobby Bennett, performed by Bennett), ‘Slave Trader’ (Bob Blanajaar, Rob Simpson).”
Only if preceded by “77”.
Otherwise, first thought is of this movie
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0062203/fullcredits/?ref_=tt_ov_st_sm
In which Roger Corman, incredibly, had no involvement at all.
I hate when this happens.
“Sunset Strip” includes, as noted above, John Mayall in the cast. In his 60-plus-year career, this is his ONLY film appearance, other than standing around in Sgt. Pepper. And per TV Guide, via mst3kme, he’s pretty good in it. And parenthetically, the movie is showing a 5.8 rating on imdb, with 53 votes.
The movie itself is unavailable in The Usual Places. How badly do I want to see this, on this icy and unforgiving day? Poopie.
Gottogetbacktothejudorange:
Stay safe and warm in this lousy weather.
Go to Rifftrax.com and pay $9.99 to view the film on your tv or device of choice.
Enjoy. :-)
I had to look up “presence track” — an interesting tidbit of information.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Presence_(sound_recording)
That review was obviously written at a time where film reviewers went to film school
DiscoJer:
Did you notice that the review mentioned that the soundtrack features The Edge (U2) and Ice T?
I looked up John Mayall. He’s having a quite impressive career.
Someone in the production of the film must have had connections.
It was however penned by Orville H. Hampton, writer of Rocketship X-M, Lost Continent, and a whole bunch of Hanna-Barbera cartoons.
I was at a con this weekend, which is why I’m so late in posting the MST3K associations. Not that it matters, because there are none I could find. As is often the case with these films, many of the actors didn’t do a whole lot else.