The Wild Party

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?

The famous poem of the 1920s becomes an ambitious meeting of American International and Merchant-Ivory, who sink into a most un-Merchant-Ivory-like Hollywood orgy in this tale suggested by, but not actually dramatizing, the Fatty Arbuckle scandal that ruined his career. With a screenplay and songs by Broadway songwriter Walter Marks, it seems to lick its lips at all prospects for lasciviousness, reveling in the bare breasts and spent drunken bodies the morning after. The songs are OK, and James Coco's excellent, carefully indicating the conflicting warmth, selfishness, and desperation in Jolly Grimm. But Raquel Welch feels anachronistic, not convincingly of the Twenties, and her singing and dancing are at best proficient. It's a messy movie, the plot threads not really hanging together, and the trendy camera-work belongs to 1975 and 1975 only. Let's call it an interesting failure.

It's 1929 and talkies are taking over. Veteran comedian Jolly Grimm (James Coco) is putting together a new silent film with his own money. It's an old style broad comedy. He's throwing a party but is having trouble gaining support for his film. He hopes to show the movie during the party and get some backing. He's afraid to lose his girlfriend Queenie (Raquel Welch) who catches the eye of hunky new leading man Dale Sword (Perry King).

This is a different Merchant-Ivory movie from their more famous 80's and 90's fare. They are still doing historical dramas but not necessarily this type. For most of it, I liked this movie and was surprised at the critical panning. The dark ugliness of Hollywood could be off-putting. I'm not a fan of the ending. It's often an easy out for a movie to end with gun fire. A better climax may be Jolly trying to get into the Pickford party and refused entry. All in all, I like this as one of many takedown of Hollywood people.

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.

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 ****