was embracing rock and roll, and the folk revival was also approaching its zenith – the narrative style of many teenage tragedy songs had similarities to folk balladry. The genre's popularity faded around 1965 (as a mostly American phenomenon, it was one of many musical formats that were drowned out by the British Invasion), but inspired a host of similar songs and parodies over the years.īy the mid-1950s, postwar youth culture in the U.S. Other examples include " Teen Angel" by Mark Dinning (1959), " Tell Laura I Love Her" by Ray Peterson (1960), " Ebony Eyes" by the Everly Brothers (1961), " Dead Man's Curve" by Jan and Dean (1964), and " Leader of the Pack" by the Shangri-Las (1964). Often lamenting teenage death scenarios in melodramatic fashion, these songs were usually sung from the viewpoint of the dead person's sweetheart, as in " Last Kiss" (1961), or another witness to the tragedy, or the dead (or dying) person. Examples of the style are also known as " tear jerkers," " death discs" or " splatter platters", among other colorful sobriquets coined by DJs that then passed into vernacular as the songs became popular.
SPLATTER BEACH DEATHS MOVIE
Don’t watch this movie unless you are determined to see the entire filmography of John Polonia or Dave Fife. Harder to sit through, however, are the drawn out sequences featuring poorly edited teenage girls dancing to a garage band playing an extremely repetitive song.
Dave Fife walks back and forth along a beach and has to put up with the obnoxiously unfunny and uninteresting characters of Brice Kennedy and his girlfriend while being accused of homosexuality by Ken Van Sant. Most of the rest of the film consists of padding. We’re seriously supposed to laugh at this. The comedic height of the film is when a character chooses to become a lesbian. However, because this is a comedy, expect the characters to talk about homosexuality, sexual acts, farting, lesbianism, Hercules movies, homosexuality, and farting Hercules before they die. This film has the standard Polonia plot of ” a man in a homemade monster suit shows up in Pennsylvania and kills a few people whom the directors know”. However, comedy is the thing that the Polonia brothers do the worst. This is supposed to be a comedic tribute to the beach monster movies of the 1960s. It has nothing to do with Splatter Farm, which is probably a better film. Although it’s not completely boring like Razorteeth or The House that Screamed, the sheer amount of forced comedy in this one makes it hard to put up with at times. Review: This is one of John Polonia’s last movies and possibly one of his worst. It’s also very, very hungry and not for seafood anymore.
It swims silently, can breathe air and walks upright. Overview: Something ancient lurks in the surf off Sea Bright Beach.