When Bud is walking across Hollywood Boulevard he drops his suitcase and his clothes fall on the street. As he bends over to pick the up, the screeching of a car's brakes can be heard, and Bud looks up in fear as the scene cuts to a close-up of the front end of a large white 1959 Cadillac coming to an abrupt stop. The next scene is a long shot of Bud picking up his clothes, but the car in front of him is a small, dark-colored English Morris Minor. See more »
This is Daisy, she's gonna teach you how to swing.
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I'm worried. You see, after seeing this movie, I've just decided that Arch Hall, Jr. is my role model, and frankly I don't think that's a very healthy thing.
The thing is that I've never been known for my looks and personality. But Arch Hall, Jr. is as ugly as a canker sore, and has a personality (at least in this film) that grates like a table saw cutting through a nail. But he gets to play the teen idol singing star (even though he plays guitar like a gibbon wearing boxing gloves and sings like he's just stubbed his toe) and _he gets all the chicks_! Wow! Maybe there's hope for me yet.
Of course, it didn't hurt that his daddy was the producer and screenwriter, and that he acted under the sure and steady hand of director Ray Dennis Steckler (of TISCWSLABMUZ fame). Nor did it hurt that he was surrounded by actors so insanely moronic as to render young Arch suave and sophisticated-looking.
Aww, who am I kidding? I'm many things, but I'm no Arch Hall, Jr.
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