This is a bit of random silliness I had to share, and it’ll appeal to only so many readers.
Last night, in an effort to decompress after a long day, I went to AMC’s new B-Movie Classics website, which features a small but growing catalog of simply awful b-movies…the kind of fare I grew up on, thanks to Channel 56’s “Creature Double Feature,” which ran every Saturday afternoon for many a wonderful, rubbery monster-filled year.
I chose for no real reason “The Horror of Party Beach,” which combines the thrills and chills of a mutant-monster-on-the-rampage horror flick with the toe-tapping tuneage and innocent goofy charm of a Frankie-and-Annette beach movie. Yes, it is as “good” as it sounds…
What made this cheesefest all the more entertaining: It is apparently set in my home town of Falmouth. At almost exactly the one hour mark, you’ll see this:

He’s pointing to the fictional “Western Island,” right off the coast of Woods Hole, as near as I can tell.
The people who made this film must have chosen the location without any forethought as to where Cape Cod actually is. Okay, I will accept that Falmouth had in 1964 a fictional university that had its own nuclear reactor, but I have a harder time accepting that in April — when the story takes place — the weather is so summery that it exhorts gangs of teenagers to hit the beach and rock out to a distinctly Californian proto-surf band. Nor can I accept that New York City — which the hero drives to that he may pick up the only thing that will stop the monsters — in an hour.
Check it out for yourself here:
You’re welcome.
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Actually, according to the IMDB (for what that’s worth), “Horror of PArty Beach” was shot in Stamford, CT, which actually *is* about an hour outside of NYC. Not that this explains why they’re pointing at a map of the Cape.
I confess, I’m inordinately fond of this film. MST3K did a treatment of it years ago, and I consider it one of their funniest. The “dancers vs. bikers” beach brawl still cracks me up every time…