George Axelrod's nihilstic, often hysterical demolishment of California — and teenagers in general, parents in general, sex education, beach party movies, and any other topic that floats into his head. For the first time since directing one of his own scripts, Axelrod is either extremely ironic or uncomfortable about the movie medium — he continually lets the microphone dip into the frame, and the tone of the movie is wildly variable, out of control. Unlike virtually all of the cocky American comedies that are classified as satires, this one appears to suffer as well as snipe, to feel pain as well as dish it out. Roddy MacDowell has never had apart as substantial and sympathetic as his diabolic whiz kid. Same goes for Tuesday Weid as a spoiled nymphette, Lola Albright as her world-weary cocktail-waitress mother, and Martin west as her sappy husband. (1966) — Duncan Shepherd
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