Wild Party

The combination of director James Ivory and his producing partner Ismail Merchant with sensual star Raquel Welch should have resulted in a dynamic art-house hit, but "The Wild Party" is a series of missed opportunities (you're more acutely aware of all the possibilities that went unrealized than you are gripped by what made it to the screen). Loosely based on the Fatty Arbuckle scandal, this is a well-intentioned, noble failure with James Coco playing a silent-screen star in early 1930s Hollywood who throws a bash to celebrate his comeback in talkies, but his big night goes awry. A.I.P. recut the film for its theatrical run to punch up the sex--which gave the pic something of a sullied reputation--however MGM has since restored Ivory's cut. Coco, Welch (as mistress Queenie), and Perry King (as another in his stable of studs) all do fine work, and some of the dialogue has snap. The film is certainly a curiosity, but Ivory's handling is plastic and his pacing and musical effects are colorless. *1/2 from ****

I wish to dissent from the majority of my IMDB colleagues below and say that I found this bit of road not taken-ism quite interesting. Referring ,of course, to the fact that, based on this film, had James Ivory not chosen to become the American Alistair Cooke he could well have become the American Ken Russell. In other words, a nice dip into the Hollywood Babylon/Valentino pool with a fine performance by James Coco as a character based on the life of Fatty A (thankfully, sans coke bottle) and the best dramatic work Raquel W has ever done (KC Bomber fans'll disagree but they can go piss on a roller skate).' Coulda done without the unmemorable poetry and even more unmemorable songs but, all in all, I was affected by the pathetic fates of Jolly and Queenie. Give it a B.

: It's 1929, and Hollywood is changing over to sound. Meanwhile, screen comic James Coco hasn't made a film in six years, but he's putting the finishing touches on his latest, to be followed by a party. Some major players show up, but it's mostly hangers-on, marginal players, and parasites who stay for the debauched and desperate aftermath.

This Merchant-Ivory film features a fine performance by James Ivory, a good one by Raquel Welch as his mistress, and a party that by 1970s standards would have been a slow night at Studio 54. Heck, exclude the gunfire, and I've been to wilder science-fiction club meetings. Still, although the pacing of the movie is stop-and-go, there are a few moments that visually capture the moment: a man dancing to "The Herbert Hoover Drag" that looks like a John Held Jr. Cartoon; a moving camera combined with editing montage to show the orgiastic aspects of the part; Coco and Miss Welch telling the story of how they met. These are all good moments, but the movie under-delivers on the title.

It's based on a poem by Joseph Moncure March who also wrote the poem that The Set-Up (1949) was based on. Most of the time he is better remembered as a playwright and screenplay writer.

This is with out a doubt the worst movie I have ever seen. Plastic characters spewing the most amazingly bad dialog imaginable. If Ed Wood had still been directing in the 70's, this could have been his masterpiece. I am still surprised that Perry King and Raquel Welch did not pool their funds to buy out every print, so they could be spared the embarrassment of the general public seeing the most laughable dance sequence ever put on celluloid. It is especially sad to think that this was a big movie for James Coco. His true comedic talents were totally wasted in this mess of a film. The film is so unbelievably bad that I am surprised that it has not reached some sort of "cult film" status. It should be played at midnight at art house all over the US. It would bring screams of laughter from everyone in the audience. Maybe John Waters should do the re-make?

Unforgettable, very well done depticition of decadent 1920s Hollywood. Raquel Welch is superb as the desperate, sweet mistress of a deeply disturbed overweight and washed up comic named Jolly Grimm, ably played by James Coco. To resuscitate his career, Jolly throws a party that ends in tragedy. Very loosley based on Fatty Arbuckles story, this unforgettable and devastating film features fine support from Perry King as a Valentiniesque actor, and especailly from Miss Tiffany Bolling, as a lovely but unhappy film starlet. All in all, a class A effort that should have gotten a better recption at the time, but may well emerge as a cult classic. It is newly released on DVD , which should add to the fine film.