Again, in that strange spell of the early sixties, where big hair-dos and Frankie and Annette (they’re both in this, though Annette only briefly, and wonderfully placed) are king and queen, we have one of these painful comic romps (granted aimed at a G audience), full of inept, sexless people, lead by Dwayne Hickman, fresh off his Dobie Gillis series stint (and a basically thinner character than Gillis), partnering up with Avalon (of the amazing hair helmet) to try to thwart Vincent Price’s bikini-clad girl-robot menace.
Much of the film seems to be based around the titular theme song, which will drive itself into your brain like the parasites from Wrath of Khan. The various bikini-wearing “robots” are assigned targets to influence (in the next installment they blow up, kind of raising the stakes) with their “sexuality” and steal their target’s assets. I’m sorry to say I tend to find the early sixties American movie industry so lacking in sexuality that it makes Gidget seem racy. Laugh-in a few years later would shock folks with Goldie go-go dancing in body paint, and that would seem like flat out porn. OK granted the film was aimed at “kids” which I’m assuming were the folks who were interested in beach movies and fake pop-music. What I’m getting at folks is I don’t think there was an audience for these movies, but, no one pumped the brakes on making two of them. And, what’s with the wacky flirting with dungeons?
You can’t help feeling like most of the film was put together off first takes, and Price probably only put in a day or two. Only the concept of a machine that builds gorgeous ladies programmed to do your bidding has any aspect of likely fantasy attached to it. And despite the poster, the robot result of the machine, is NOT the bikini machine itself. Posters seem always to be created by folks who never saw the movie involved. But, considering the premise is a scientist creating realistic robots bent only on ripping off rich men we shouldn’t be delving too deeply into the process of marketing.
This runs free on prime and while it’s like eating circus peanuts (the orangy/pink confection) it’s just another in a long line of similar pablum foisted on the poor movie-going public of that era. It’s really no wonder psychedelic rock was born.