Hollywood at its best. |
About three months ago, on our 42-day cross-country jaunt as we set out to "See the USA in our Chevrolet Toyota" we spent three days in Los Angeles--two in visiting LACMA and the Getty Center. The third day we visited that great cultural icon, Universal City. Inasmuch as my wife's legs (she's had two knee replacements) aren't what they ought to be, we cringed and paid the outrageous sum of $350 each for the VIP tour. After the fact, we decided it was money well spent (my own legs ain't what they used to be either). There was little or no standing in line at attractions, we got a peek at behind-the-scene movie making, had a wonderful buffet lunch, and best of all, got to ride instead of walk all over the hilly, 415-acre amusement park. It was a 90-degree day, California sunny, and probably neither of us would have made it though the ordeal otherwise.
A Hollywood screamer--the worst movie ever made? |
One of the most interesting highlights of our tour was our guide, Lary (one "R"). If you read this, Lary, sorry I can't recall your last name. The group we were in numbered about twelve so I got to talk with him extensively. He was around fifty and had been in the entertainment industry for thirty years or more. He knew Universal and the movies from the inside out and was a treasure trove of movie trivia, far overshadowing my own considerable stash of worthless motion picture tidbits. I asked him if he'd ever been in a movie (virtually everyone in Hollywood has been in at least one picture at some point in the life). He smiled rather sheepishly and admitted, perhaps with a bit of improvised embarrassment, that he'd once had a bit part (meaning a speaking role) in what is, arguably, the worst movie ever made, the infamous 1977, Attack of the Killer Tomatoes.
A musical comedy, more unintentionally comical than musical. |
First of all, the premise was simply silly. Though once thought to be poisonous, so far as I know, tomatoes have never been guilty of killing anyone (a little heartburn, maybe). Second, the movie is billed as a musical comedy, which may be the most comedic aspect of the film. What little music there might be, beyond any reasonable doubt, is the absolutely WORST music ever written for a motion picture. The theme song during the opening credits is laughable, the movie's other "big hit," Puberty Love, is simply painful. To spread the blame around, besides writing, producing, and directing (aided and abetted by Costa Dillon and Stephen Peace), DeBello also "composed" the music, and served as film editor. The film starred David Miller, George Wilson, and the aforementioned Costa Dillon, as well as my good friend, (one "R") Lary.
The Victims--no bloodshed, not even tomato juice. |
The critics echoed the words at the top of the showbill. |
The Killer Tomato stars, Mason Dixon played by David Miller and Lt. Finletter played by "Rock" Peace. |
The killer tomatoes take another round. The accident that tripled the budget. |
Gary Smith as Sam Smith in the movie infiltrates the tomato patch in disguise. His cover is blown when he utter's the movie's most memorable line, "Say, will somone please pass the ketchup?" |
For what it's worth, the movie's trailer:
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