Wild Party

The Wild Party is probably based on several wild parties and scandals which took place during Hollywood's silent era when movie stars could do almost anything they wanted behind closed doors without having to worry too much of exposure as there were no real tabloid magazines at the time. James Coco plays a washed-up, silent movie comic who throws a wild party at his home, thinking it will save his career but doesn't count on the extent of depravity of some of his guests. At times, the film is highly realistic and makes you wonder about current Hollywood parties and what really goes on between co-stars. The film has a great 1920's look and the music also adds to the feel. The film is hard to define. It's sort of a historical drama, crossed with black comedy but a pretty good one at that.

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.

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.

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?

: 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.