Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine
November. 06,1965 GIn this campy spy movie spoof Dr. Goldfoot (Vincent Price) has invented an army of bikini-clad robots who are programmed to seek out wealthy men and charm them into signing over their assets. Secret agent Craig Gamble (Frankie Avalon) and millionaire Todd Armstrong set out to foil his fiendish plot.
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I don't have all the words right now but this film is a work of art.
Fresh and Exciting
if their story seems completely bonkers, almost like a feverish work of fiction, you ain't heard nothing yet.
It's funny, it's tense, it features two great performances from two actors and the director expertly creates a web of odd tension where you actually don't know what is happening for the majority of the run time.
It wasn't long, of course, before imitators and spoofs of "Doctor No" appeared on the scene. One of the most promising of the spoofs, Dr Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine (1965) (available on a 10/10 M-G-M DVD) also turned out to be one of the most inept, thanks to clumsy, heavy-handed direction by out-of-his-element Norman Taurog and an over-strained script which forced Vincent Price to overplay his witless role. Admittedly, Fred Clark and Jack Mullaney contribute a few bright moments, and the bikini girls, led by Susan Hart are super-attractive, but all are eventually defeated by the weak inanities of a hastily-boiled script that totally fails to make an iota of sense even on its own comic strip level. True, the film has high spirits and a climax involving a footloose cable car. It also reputedly cost American International $1,000,000. I don't believe it! I'd say it was shot super-cheap using standing sets, back projection and obvious doubles.
The French removed the middle of the bathing suit sometime in the late Forties and called it a Bikini. Believe it or not this was Scandalous and the thing was banned for years in America. But there was no holding a good thing back and so Hollywood was there to document its arrival in many a Beach Movies.The same Studio that gave us these Movies full of eye candy and little else decided to broaden the landscape and leave the sand and surf behind. After all, these "Films" were money makers and were extremely popular Drive-In fillers so why stop the sexploitation.Here we have a Spoof of the James Bond Movies and a formula from the Beach Pageants, mixed liberally with the Keystone Cops, The Three Stooges, Jerry Lewis and the Kitchen Sink. It almost works with the very least of expectations and looks colorful and what passed for safe kinkiness at the time. But mostly it is embarrassing.The Sixties revolution hadn't quite begun and liberation was a few years away so this 1965 offering was an emerging anachronism. The kind of stuff that made the Women's Lib movement livid, and the Cultural Styling was rapidly becoming very Square. It really was just a few years too late and it suffers for it because of its Blockheaded outdated Conservative template.Mostly unfunny, cringe-worthy, and immediately outdated, this was a sign of the End Times for this sort of stiff slapstick using a once risqué format called Burlesque that was nothing more than an excuse to ogle shapely scantily clad Females.
Vincent Price is an out and out legend, and unsurprisingly, this film is often neglected in discussions about the great actors output and that's a good thing, as it's not among his best work. The film is clearly not meant to be taken seriously and reminded me of Austin Powers, though not in a good way as it fails for all the reasons Austin Powers works. The film appears to be spoofing the likes of James Bond, but the jokes aren't funny and the spoofing is way off-cue. The plot revolves around a mad doctor using robots that look like beautiful girls to enslave powerful men (kind of like the Fembots in Austin Powers). The best thing about the film is, of course, Vincent Price and his hammy acting style is revved up the max for this one and it does actually work quite well. Or at least it would if the jokes were funny. Somehow American International Pictures managed to get The Supremes to sing the title song, and while it fits the camp style of the film; it's a highly irritating piece that is liable to get stuck in your head. It's even worse for me, not being a Supremes fan. As you can probably guess from the title, this is a highly camp film and that may appeal to some people, but as far as I'm concerned; it's is a dire comedy with little to recommend it for. Interestingly, the film received a sequel a year later that bizarrely was directed by the great Mario Bava. I've heard it's even worse than this one...but I know I'll still end up seeing it for the people involved.
Maybe the title is a bit off putting. You probably shouldn't tell your parents or girlfriend that your watching this film unless they're already familiar with the film. The movie isn't necessarily great, but its funnier than that Flint guy (If you aren't familiar with 1967's Our Man Flint then consider yourself lucky). Not quite as good as Casino Royale(the old one not the 2006 film) but its fairly close.The Pit and the Pendulum scene was hilarious. As usual the Doctor in the Vincent Price movie dies, but this time Price is the doctor. I recommend this movie if you enjoy slap-stick, Vincent Price making an idiot out of himself, or fans of the sixties bikini comedies.