A Fúria dos Jovens Maus

I'm not sure what Frances Farmer was thinking if she thought her old studio Paramount was giving her a comeback vehicle with The Party Crashers. This film is one trashy youth exploitative flick from the late 50s. Not only was this not a comeback vehicle, but it was a last screen effort for two very tragic figures Farmer and former Disney child star Bobby Driscoll.

Denver Pyle and Farmer are Driscoll's parents and he's dating town tramp Connie Stevens when one night the brooding James Dean wannabe Mark Damon takes her from him. This starts a chain of events that leads to one death and one kid explaining things to the cops. It seems as though these are a bunch of rich bored kids who keep looking for parties every night. Nice to have money to indulge yourself like that.

The only one who has a meaty role of any kind is Doris Dowling who is Damon's mother with Onslow Stevens as his father. She's the adult version of Connie Stevens and her character has some bite to it. Dowling knows this is a turkey so she struts her stuff and gobbles.

Only Connie Stevens moved from The Party Crashers, she got a nice career with Warner Brothers very shortly.

Frances Farmer should have left with Son Of Fury being her last film.

This film is an effective drama with an attractive cast. It is mainly a story about frustrated teens acting out. Their parents are too busy living their own soap opera to give them proper guidance. So, as you see, society hasn't changed.

Tawdry, campy and melodramatic!

I guess the intent of this film is to show that kids are screwed up because their parents are screwed up. But what the film really shows is that its producer, director, and writer are screwed up.

Mark Damon, playing a character named Twig Webster (no relation to Branch Rickey) leads a group of hooligans who like to crash parties. He and his - er, ruffians - arrive at one party and he immediately sets his radar on Connie Stevens. Stevens' boyfriend, Bobby Driscoll, is not amused. It doesn't take long before Damon and his - er, malcontents - trash the place. Connie finds all this strangely exciting; I find it hack. The cops arrive on the scene about ten seconds after being called, probably because there is a Dunkin' Donuts shop around the corner. However, almost everyone gets away so the film can continue.

In short order, we get to meet everyone's parents. Driscoll's parents are played by former screen beauty Frances Farmer and future old guy Denver Pyle. Stevens' parents are played by Onslow Stevens (fortunately for Connie, no relation) and some old bag preparing a speech called "The Natural Grain of Life." For some reason, Onslow acts rather effeminate, so maybe this marriage was arranged. Damon's parents are played by former screen siren Doris Dowling (as the town ho) and character actor Walter Brooke (as the town lush). After spending 5 minutes with any of these pairs, you'd be thankful for being an orphan.

As the film progresses, Damon makes the inevitable move on Stevens, who isn't sure how to react, but does string him along while Driscoll huffs and puffs. In the finale, all the kids decide to crash a party. Damon is horrified to discover that his mother is one of the hors d'oeuvres. The adults running it are real bad-arses, so another rumble ensues. For trivia buffs, one of the adults is played by Michael Ross, who had two roles in "Attack of the 50-Foot Woman" (bartender and very large alien). I won't give away the rest, but somebody goes tumbling down a flight of stairs, and it ain't Ralph Kramden. The fade-out is pretty phony.

The acting is okay, for the most part. Connie is cute as ever and Damon is repulsive as ever. Driscoll is actually pretty good in an uninteresting part, but is overshadowed by his co-stars. Farmer still looks good, but shows almost no emotion when reading her lines. Knowing her history, I guess we should give her a pass on this one. Brooke is a little too over-the-top as a drunken weenie. Dowling has the juiciest role, and also has the creepiest scene in the film, when it appears she is about ready to make out with Damon.

This was a movie that I had seen as a youngster, when I was around the age of twelve. The story was about a bunch of older teenagers (a lot older than me at the time) that got their kicks by "crashing" parties, in other words, upsetting others' enjoyment for their own personal satisfaction. Not to divulge, but I will say they finally crashed a party run by people old enough to be their parents, or by folks that knew how to really have a good time (for themselves). All of a sudden, the "crashers" seemed to behave like little elflings... It's a true reflection on behavior. Nothing has changed... this movie still makes a lot of social sense. Try to find it.

Former Paramount contract player Frances Farmer returned to her former home lot in 1958 to make her last feature film. Despite the comment below, Farmer was *not* lobotomized (see copious documentation throughout IMDb on the Farmer page and elsewhere), and gives the film a bit of stature it wouldn't otherwise have. Interestingly, the ending was changed somewhere along the way. The original pressbook has a plot precis which reveals a more "final" ending for Twig than the film ultimately posits. Driscoll does some great work here in a thankless role, and Connie Stevens gets to scream a lot. Evidently some of the uncredited music is by Henry Mancini, but I've never been able to positively confirm that.