California Dreaming

I have just recently seen this movie for the first time in almost 20 years. Originally, the final credits rolled while we heard the Eagles signing their great version of California Dreaming. But the current version has some mindless, goofy music at that point. I find it unbelievable that the movie California Dreaming no longer is shown containing the song of the same name.

I've been looking for the title of this movie since San Luis Obispo County made Unocal clean up funky little Avila Beach. It seems a pipeline under the street from their oil terminal was leaking oil under the stand. This led to Unocal buying up most of the downtown and then selling or trading properties.

Back to how I found it. It played last year on one of the premium channels, but I couldn't recall the title. Then last week I saw Seymour Cassel co-starring in TV's new "HEIST" show on one of the networks. I recognized his face, but not his silver hair. It was blonde in California Dreaming, so I checked his bio and found the film.

I agree, I thought it was an early seventies film, not 1979. But then the old central coast town of Avila was timeless. Small beach, volleyball court sloped to the ocean, unpainted building on the corner where he lived was an abandoned property owned by an eccentric who held on to everything he owned.

All of the old Avila Beach is torn down now. Even the only historic building in town--the Custom House. The name now exists as a new restaurant down the street at the foot of the pier.

For those who want to see what a small California beach town once looked like, rent or buy "California Dreaming". It's all that's left of the once funky town of Avila, where no one has ever drowned playing in the local surf. Reason? There is very little undertow. The waves crash and take you back to the beach. Board surfing is non-existent.

I saw this in the movie theater back in 1979 when I was in my early twenties. I remember being enchanted with the California surfing lifestyle... the chicks, the promiscuity, the absolute optimism. I emulated the cheating fun loving surfers, I fell in love with Marcia and Stephanie. I thought back then that Duke was a foolish old man trying to relive his glory days with his ancient over the hill ex-wife. I laughed at his pathetic attempts to hold on to his youth. I just got a vcr copy on ebay and watched it with my 10 year old daughter. She couldn't understand the tears I cried while watching Duke, such a young man now, with a vibrant, beautiful ex-wife - finally getting up the courage to grasp out for his life long-dream, coming so close - and yet, so far...Just another run of the mill surfing movie? I don't think so. The pity is that most movies don't move us the way this one does, and that with just a little creativity, they could. **** out of ****

A nerdy guy from Chicago (Dennis Christopher) moves to the coast of SoCal where he makes friends with the owner of a local hangout (Seymour Cassel) and gets to stay at his house, but this annoys his college-age daughter (Glynnis O'Connor). In the meantime, the youth tries to fit in with the 'hip' surfers (John Calvin, John Fain and Jimmy Van Patten).

Shot in October, 1977, but not released until early 1979, "California Dreaming" is a coming-of-age dramedy that takes Sam Elliott's "Lifeguard" from a few years earlier and adds comedic touches. I wouldn't relate this to those goofy 60's beach flicks because it's more realistic. People forget that the originator of the "beach party film" genre was 1959's "Gidget" (the movie with Sandra Dee, not the TV series with Sally Field), which was a beach drama with moving depth and not zany at all. Sure, this one features a little amusing goofiness, but it's mostly a believable story.

Dorothy Tristan has a significant role as Duke's ex-wife, Fay. She was director John Hancock's wife from 1975 until her death in 2023. Speaking of John, he helmed the artistic "Let's Scare Jessica to Death" from the early 70s, so he wasn't exactly a slouch.

This obviously influenced one of the greatest coming-of-age flicks, "Fast Times at Ridgemont High," released a few years later. It's not as good, but not far off either. It's superior to the overrated "Back to the Beach" (1987).

While the movie has a warm, amusing heart underneath it all, there's some top nudity and sexual talk/situations corresponding to the milieu. So stay away if that offends you.

It runs 1 hour, 32 minutes, and was shot at Avila Beach, California, which is 195 miles northwest of Los Angeles. Other nearby locations include: Morro Bay to the north and the theater in San Luis Obispo, which is just southeast of Morro Bay; meanwhile studio work was done in Los Angeles.

GRADE: B-/B.

This movie starts out like some light hearted goof. I thought it was going to be like caddyshack or meatballs or something. Then about half way through, I'm getting into it. It feels like a bunch of people I know, and its almost like hanging out with them.

As the movie winds down toward the end of summer, you can feel it like a kid who just wants 20 more minutes before he has to go to bed. The drama starts to creep into the comedy and you never see it coming. Finally, you get blindsided and before you know it, you're moved almost to tears.

Someone said it felt more like 75 than 79. I agree. It actually felt older than that, except for the cars.

Great movie.