Runaway Daughters

I was amazed at how droll, urbane, and witty the kids were presented as being, It made me realize that these films really aimed to speak to the teenagers and articulate their frustrations. I much prefer this film to other AIP fare which lacks character development. Fairly ordinary cinema style. Its a time capsule film that explores the burgeoning permissiveness of the late 1950's.

The parents of one girl are verging on being bourgeois-bohemian, having parties and drinking booze all the time. Another girl has a bitter hyper-conservative catholic single dad whose domination of her is almost a bit creepy in an incestuous way. Whilst the angry uber-sarcastic and highly enjoyable girl (definately too sophisticated to be realistic) is simply left to fend for herself by some terrible mother who has gone abroad.

Other great characters such as the con-man brother, the streetwise grifter, and maternal and tough private dancer... The film seemed to be struggling with the fine art of pleasing the teen and parent viewer alike, which makes it a curio... so much so that the typical moralising end seemed beleaguered

The poster for this film is almost iconic, trying to promise many sensational things to come. Well they do and they don't. The plot is thin; three young women at college who have ' bad ' parenting run away and end up in I think Los Angles in a prostitution ring, not that the word is ever mentioned. Adele Jergens on fine form is the madam, and I like this actor. Sadly she was in my opinion underrated. Marla English steals the film for beauty, in a sort of Hedy Lamarr way and I found her quite a fine actor as well. She is one of the runaways and no spoilers I found the end of the film satisfactory. Steven Terrell as one of the young men showed acting abilities and the film overall is worth seeing if you can find it. I am surprised the English censors banned it, cut it, and then gave it an X for adults only certificate. Now with parental guidance any one can see it. The sublimation of sexuality, and the knocking down of authority figures must have swayed them to make this ( typical ) 1950's decision.

It's (around) Father's Day; so, what better investigation into parental angst - especially on behalf of, yes, difficult, demanding (demented?!) daughters (well, of the fifties, that is!)

If you like discerning the undertones in what seem like otherwise run of the mill turgid trash, this entry into the era's proliferating teen angst potboiler, scripted by a Lou Rushoof apparently based on his own social worker experiences*, soon offers up some surprisingly nod and a wink, raised eyebrow readings.

So scripted absolutely chock a block full of fabulous lines throughout, it's ostensibly aimed at the then new phenomena of teenagers, first with some fun constant of their times youth patter (slang - all 'Daddy** cool' type stuff), with then their travails against their square parents; so despite much of a 'drag' (man), *what soon leaps outta the scriptwriting is some pretty on the nose ideas.

Three soon to be of age gal teens are having to each deal with their variously (to blame?) unreasonable, exasperating parents (*Lou's meaning?), as like for single parented Mary with her (ancient) Dad** who apparently had been deserted by his "evil" woman Missus, so is raising (supervising!) Mary in a decidedly suspect way of discipline, as that in the like Father like son inference, as who, apparently, 'leathered' him beyond his daughter's now age, and so presumably inferred is how daughter Mary is, so single-parented way raised, too; (well, note the dialogue and scene for when she retreats into her room, after he has just parentally seen off her beau at doorstep with: "Go home sonny boy, go home and wipe your nose .. and don't come back her again; I see you talking to Mary, I'll take you across my knee and lick ya"! Well, blimey!) and whom later observes that "he's been taking it out on you ever since" (i.e. That's boyfriend Bobby's (Steven Tarrell) presumably inside knowledge of what her Daddy does, assessment! 'S'truth!) And presumably inferring just WHY, you might guess, can well imagine his "evil" wife took off!** (*Plus, if Rusoff was so inspired by his own social worker experiences; I can well imagine this may well have piqued with some teen audience, some of own possibly real home life reflection in those teen turbulent times- and why was so scripted in!)

Well anyway; so, later, for marriage besotted Bobby, still trying to get her to accept - so, honest woman-making - his marriage proposal to her, he portends: "I guess you're gonna have to choose, Mary; me - or your Father." * Hmm; what could it all infer (Lou!)? Sheesh!

But á la the title there's three eponymous 'runaway' daughters to this: so, another is pint sized spitfire, 'Angela' (Gloria Costillo) and who then surely does display the kind of anti-authority acting out behaviour, as at the college, that would surely deserve just such type of retribution ('leather' disciplining!)

But, what's of real attraction to watch throughout, is to see rare appearance of main star, dark eyebrowed and maned Marla English, á la Taylor or Gardner like, as 'Audrey, daughter' - (she was then 21) - who has to maturingly negotiate through those of her own party fond parents, flirty Mom (Anna Sten) and as more grandfather looking, Dad.** (John Litel), and who (her, daughter, Marla) is scripted to have to contend with the sorta hypocritical moral turpitude of her party fond parents' angle; even more so when, her seemingly foreign = meaning, exotic, risqué, accented Mom is portrayed as a philandering floozy herself: party time canoodling with oily seemingly way beyond mid-aged party guest, them inadvertently caught by daughter Audrey in mid flirt embrace: that so thrilling that her own frustrated beau (Frank Gorshin***) states it'd probably be better to target her Mum for potential satisfaction! Sheesh (again)!

** that's another thing here; the Dads are all played by guys that would have been better cast as Grandfathers!

Her coming of age into adulthood birthday party**** thrown by her parents, with thus mixed gen attendees, is a hoot to 'witness' (soused Dad, so seemingly not blind bit concerned at his wife cutting up a rug with that oily neighbour - again, as who even pointedly, ah, observes: "I'm glad I'm not your husband"!)

At which, then onto al fresco, the home's front lawn, the old (=Mary's) Dad and young Bobby paramour then tussle, with all the party guests - so including all these fine upstanding, responsible parents, too - just watching on, is appalling, if a reflection of what could pass for routine in those days?

Eventually, all leads to a 'fallen woman' predicament, warning polemic ***** ("You better get out there; I've got an investment in you! .. most of the gals have side rackets"; is wise madam Miss Petrie (Anne O'Neal) sage observational advice, as whom since also dictates, to tell it straight and short (kid), the 'You're a Dad' letter, shows how easy it was to solve such paternity 'challenges' back then.

So, along with these surely intentional (one guy scriptwriter; Lou Rusoff) patriarchal control - a 'that's just what they deserve' disciplinary thrill undertones to - plus starring, too, the little seen gorgeous Marla, plus that minx Gloria Castillo, too - this little pot-boiler, can be quite relished with a (fatherly?!) jaundiced, cynical viewing.

In short, top trash stuff to wallow in. (But don't watch with your daughter unless firmly assured of how times have changed!)

*** So, yup, he of the latter T. V. Batman series, Riddler character squeal deliveries, in this, seeming to play a similar hyper-active role and spouting all kinds of cool hep cat type slang.

**** oh, and just check out the gift they just nonchalantly have 'wrapped' for her in the driveway! Wow; yet she is so ennuied by her parents that "she couldn't care less" about it.

Ok, plot spoiler: it's a brand new shiny huge Caddy (Eldorado?) convertible!

***** as see similar, same era, 'The Flesh Merchants'; also reviewed hereunder, too.

AIP were capable, (when they wished to be) of investing this kind of pulpy hokum with enough technical and pacing panache to keep their drive-in audiences involved.

Unfortunately, they didn't bother here.

Thus, unlike "High School Hellcats" and more especially "I Was a Teenage Werewolf," both of which benefited enormously from shadowy, film noir lighting schemes, and (fairly) well dressed settings, "Runaway Daughters" looks all of $2.98 cents.

This can be OK when the lackluster visuals are counterbalanced by an arresting storyline. But alas, the story here is little more than a synopsis of something probably rejected by the "Police Gazette".

Here goes: three teenage girls from different socio-economic circumstances link up to run away from home, in this case to LA, where they quickly become "dime a dance girls" (under the tutelage of Minksy voiced Adele Jergens--"on a good night you might clear $12.00" and "watch out for cockroaches").

Apart from the fact that taxi dancers were already way out by the late 50's, the script is handicapped by more serious problems, chiefly the fact that the girls don't run away until 2/3 of the way into the picture. Thus, we sit through multiple scenes of them sulking and arguing with their respective families.

These altercations include one in which one of our anti-heroines decks a 70 year old schoolmarm onto the lawn! Stereotypically, adults are all misguided at best in this, and of course, the blame for the youngsters delinquency is laid fully at their doorstep.

And what parents!--(if you have been pining away to see 30's film stalwarts, Anna Sten and John Litel, perform a drunken Charleston, then this is your film).

As previously mentioned, production values are lamentably skimpy. For example, the fabulously wealthy Marla English character lives in what appears to be a typical 50's subdivision tract house, with cut rate Danish modern furniture, and nary a hint of a servant.

For Frank Gorshen and AIP completists only

In the summer of 1956, American-International Pictures (AIP) had scored big with a double feature of GIRLS IN PRISON and HOT ROD GIRL, and followed it up before Thanksgiving with a couple of similar titles, RUNAWAY DAUGHTERS and SHAKE RATTLE AND ROCK. DAUGHTERS shares director Edward L. Cahn, writer Lou Rusoff and two actors, Adele Jergens and Lance Fuller, with PRISON. It also contains the same sneering attitude, to the third power.

RUNAWAY DAUGHTERS tells the story of three teenage girls with bad home situations; Audrey (Marla English) has parents who throw money instead of love at her; Dixie (Mary Ellen Kaye) was abandoned by her mother, and her father keeps her on a short leash to prevent her from becoming a tramp; and Angela (Gloria Castillo) has been abandoned by her parents and decides that life is only worth living if you're drunk and cheap. Angela's role model, unfortunately, is a brother who's a one-bit heel (he's not even good enough to be two-bit), Lance Fuller, who spends half his time planning heists with his cheesy companion, the delightful Adele Jergens (in her last screen role), and the other half getting his greasy fingerprints all over good-girl Audrey. After problems with parents, brouhahas with boys, tempests with teachers, and clashes with cops, our three vivacious vixens steal a car and head south to L.A., city of hopes, dreams, and ten-cents-a-dance sleaze joints. One unwanted pregnancy, one near rape, and one fatal auto accident later, our trio of troubled teens head for home, sadder but wiser. Well, one of 'em does, anyway.

DAUGHTERS has the usual AIP formula: angst-filled kids, condescending adults, and a mixture of young faces (besides those listed above, you'll find familiar AIP stars Frank Gorshin and Steve Terrell) and old veterans (Anna Sten, John Litel, and in cameos Kermit Maynard, Snub Pollard, and Edmund Cobb; in fact, according to Sam Arkoff, Cahn fought to have Miss Sten, a studio joke back in Sam Goldwyn's heyday, given top billing). At a running time of approximately 94 minutes, however, it's much more leisurely paced than most AIP fare of the time, which is not a bad thing. I found myself even more involved in the girls' story than I had been when watching, oh, DRAGSTRIP GIRL or BLOOD OF Dracula, two other kooky she-teen movies from AIP. Recommended.