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  • Dr. Goldfoot has:

    1. Vincent Price having a field day hamming it up like John Barrymore on scotch and speed!

    2. Harvey Lembeck as Erich Von Zipper in a hilarious 10-second cameo!

    3. The titanic teaming of Dobie Gillis and Frankie Avalon!

    4. One of the finest "second bananas," the late Jack Mullaney as Price's Mad Scientist henchman, Igor!

    5. Tons of young American International babes!

    6. The Supremes singing the title song!

    7. It's directed by Elvis' #1 Man, Norman Taurog!

    8. It's written by the Three Stooges #1 Man, Ellwood Ullman!

    WOW!

    What have you got: Only the greatest film since "Gone With The Wind," "Citizen Kane" and "The Bicycle Thief"! Okay, perhaps not - but it is a ton of zany low budget screwball fun,'60s American International-style.

    I really liked it.
  • gridoon5 November 2001
    A totally dumb, freewheeling comedy, good for some lowbrow fun. With its mad scientists, bikini-clad girls, laser guns and silly slapstick gags, this film has definite cult possibilities, but it's never really very funny (despite campy performances by Price and Frankie Avalon). Plus, the mismatch between on-location filming and rear-projection techniques in the final big chase sequence is so obvious it becomes awfully distracting. (**)
  • "Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine" is one of those campy'60s movies that are, basically, an excuse to show bikini-clad girls in a movie. Vincent Price stars as the mad scientist Dr. Goldfoot, with an insane plan to rob all the world's richest men. Frankie Avalon plays a bumbling secret agent trying to foil Dr. Goldfoot's evil scheme, and even pokes fun at his "Beach Blanket" history. This movie has a ridiculous story, but it has some good qualities. For one thing, the animated opening credit sequence is fun and eye-catching. For another, the chase scene is a good laugh. And, if nothing else, is has better production values than its sequel, "Dr. Goldfoot and the Girl Bombs"!
  • What can one say about this movie? It's ridiculous but iresistable. Vincent is always fun, the film has great color and location photography. A perfect time capsule of how much fun the '60s could be. The Les Baxter score and songs are great and the opening number, with the Supremes, no less, is a rockin' Baxter classic!
  • Vincent Price looks like he's having a great old time in this preposterous film Dr. Goldfoot And The Bikini Machine. For a classically trained actor like Price the chance to do a whole film around a Snidely Whiplash type villain must have been impossible to resist. Of course he got the money up front.

    Dr. Goldfoot has invented an army of robots who look like cover girls in bikinis and his mad plan is to get them married to the richest people in the world and take over their money. Such a one played by Susan Hart he's targeted Dwayne Hickman with. But her programming got messed up and she goes after Frankie Avalon a would be secret agent who is the cause no doubt of his uncle spymaster Fred Clark's baldness.

    Nothing wrong with seeing all these statuesque beauties, put your mind on them and you'll forget the inanities of the story. However Price and his assistant Jack Mullaney will give you a few chuckles. They remind me of Jack Lemmon and Peter Falk in The Great Race.

    It's excruciatingly dumb, but also very funny.
  • But in the kind of way people like hospital Jell-O. You take it simply because it's there.

    A friend brought this over to my humble abode for what seems to be a new tradition of "Bad Movie Nights". This pithy little nugget is quite the mound of poo, but it was so laughably bad that, well, I pretty much laughed.

    Hilarity and hi-jinks ensue as Diane the multi-accented robot (and Carmen Sandiego wardrobe impersonator) rips of the wealthy in the name of Dr. Goldfoot (and does he have a bikini machine... but hey, who doesn't have one these days?). The good doctor is played by Vincent Price, and our main hero is Sonic restaurant spokesman and beach movie veteran Frankie Avalon. So for the duration of the film, we get a Motown/claymation intro/theme song, a far out and utterly random dance moment, goofy plot devices, dungeons with motorcycle riders, a dense henchman, a Scooby Doo-esque graveyard, lots of girls in bikinis, quite possibly the longest and most improbable chase scene ever, and the fabled line "stop dinging that dong!" Ah, this is high comedy, or comedy created while someone was high. I'm not sure. It was slapstick that would have made Jerry Lewis very proud indeed.

    If this never made it to MST3K, then it should have. My friends and I ripped into it with sarcastic glee. All we were missing were the robots. I was stunned about how laughably bad this film was, and yet when it was all over, I actually had a good time with the thing. This is definitely a film to watch if you enjoy hurling witty insults at bad films. Everyone else, run far away, but stay for that wacky theme song.
  • Diabolically hammy mad scientist Vincent Price (as Dr. Goldfoot) has a dozen beautifully-shaped young female robots. They wear gold bikinis for underwear and are not shy about parading around for the camera. Lead "robot" Susan Hart (as Diane, #11) succeeds in Mr. Price's mission, to seduce handsome millionaire Dwayne Hickman (as Todd Armstrong). Also turned on by Ms. Hart, rival agent Frankie Avalon (as Craig Gamble, #00 and ½) tries to foil Price's plot to mate more millionaires with his sexy robots. The Supremes sing the title song, but do not appear. A couple of cameos help liven up the dungeon sequence. When compared to the infinitely better "Get Smart" TV series created by Mel Brooks and Buck Henry, this spoof of "James Bond" spy films fell flat - fortunately, the women weren't.

    *** Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine (11/6/65) Norman Taurog ~ Vincent Price, Frankie Avalon, Dwayne Hickman, Susan Hart
  • Villainous Dr. Goldfoot (Vincent Price) mass-produces alluring gynoids in gold lamé bikinis and sends them out to seduce, then swindle, wealthy men. After being mistaken for a target by lovely #11 (Susan Hart), bumbling SIC agent Craig Gamble (Franke Avalon) and actual target Todd Armstrong (Dwayne Hickman) attempt to foil the sinister scientist's scurrilous scheme. If you expected anything other than silly hijinks from this AIP opus, then you mustn't have read the title, so the film delivers with its goofy fusion of Bond and beach genres highlighted by a great, self-parodying performance by Price (his on-going abuse of hapless lab-assistant Igor (Jack Mullaney) is priceless). Like a number of the 'beach' movies, 'DGatBM' degenerates into a tedious time-filling chase sequence but otherwise the film is entertaining enough for a 60s teen-targeted comedy. Perennial Beach Party guests Annette Funicello and Harvey Lembeck have cameos in one of Vincent Price's classic venues: the torture dungeon. The opening credits by Gumby creator (Art Clokey) are a fun backdrop to a theme song performed by the already rising stars 'The Supremes' (how that came to be seems to be a mystery). A number of the sexy-simulacrums were Playboy models so a glimpse of what couldn't be shown on the big screen in 1965 is likely only a few keystrokes away.
  • MASTER PLAN: marry off rich bachelors to female robots and get rich. Of all the films attempting to capture the absurdity and success of the James Bond craze of the sixties, this one is the most ridiculous. This one combines the weird plots of the Bonders with some elements of the stupid beach movies and campy horror of the decade, complete with dungeons and threat of torture (genuinely if mildly amusing). It's an odd mix, to be sure. Then-popular teen idol Avalon, most famous for his beach blanket bingo pics, is an agent (number 00 & 1/2) of S.I.C. (Secret Intelligence Command), based out of my old hometown of San Francisco - nice location long shots and a focus on the winding Lombard street. He's a hapless dope who becomes involved with a femme fatale robot (Hart) accidentally. She's one of several creations originating from the warped brain of Goldfoot (Price), the mad doctor of the title. He's somewhat typical of a Bondian villain wannabe, but Price is best known for his mad scientist roles in typical horror films of that time, so he's kind of a combination of both. Though a mad genius in the comical sense, his goal is nothing more than making some bucks off his robots, so he's actually a futuristic pimp, running a wild & crazy con artist/prostitution ring.

    The plot is pretty amusing and Price hams it up shamelessly, mugging for the camera and even indulging in that cliché - the sinister mad chuckle. His assistant, Igor, is a complete idiot, a further parody of the mad scientist's aid from the "Frankenstein" movies, existing solely as an ego-boost for the mad scientist, to make him look even smarter - presumably why Goldfoot 'returned' him to life (see also the Luthor/Otis relationship from the "Superman" movies). How much a viewer likes any of this depends on how much patience one has for all the slapstick stunts and silly overplaying by the actors. Igor is the most extreme example, but everyone else also behaves like an idiot. The one surprise is actress Hart, who, besides being easy on the eye, proves to be quite talented, required to act with several different accents, besides other things. She virtually disappeared from the movie business soon after this, unfortunately. The entire premise of robotic babes, a commentary on male attitudes of that period, was repeated in later similar fare - "Some Girls Do" for example, not to mention the obvious "The Stepford Wives" in the seventies. Also note the use of musical sound FX in one scene from a couple of famous sci-fi pics of the fifties, "War of the Worlds" and "Forbidden Planet." Goldfoot and S.I.C. would return in the Italian "Dr.Goldfoot and the Girl Bombs" the following year. Hero:4 Villain:5 Femme Fatales:7 Henchmen:3 Fights:3 Stunts/Chases:4 Gadgets:5 Auto:4 Locations:6 Pace:5 overall:5
  • This one has a great title, but what about the film? Well, its not bad actually, even if you can't help but think it could easily have been better. Its another mid-60's effort which could be categorized under either the spy-spoof and/or master-criminal subcategories. Of the latter there's good old Vincent Price as Dr. Goldfoot who is an evil genius who builds bikini-clad female robots to go out and seduce the world's wealthiest men; while of the former, we have Frankie Avalon, replete with Lego haircut, who is a secret agent tasked with stopping him. The storyline is complete nonsense of course but that's par for the course when it comes to campy 60's efforts like this and what makes them generally work is how good the gloss is which encases the plotline.

    The good in this one first. Vincent Price is always a fun actor to watch and here is no different, even if he isn't given a whole lot to do aside from wearing a pair of gold Ali Baba slippers but better still is Susan Hart who steals the show as the lead fembot in a very cute and funny performance. The general idea of the bikini babe bots is a good one even if they aren't really utilised very well in the film as a whole. Another definite plus comes from the claymation title sequence improbably scored with a theme song by The Supremes. All these positive elements are undermined at least somewhat by the comedy, which falls flat mostly and there is most definitely too much of Frankie Avalon and not nearly enough of Susan Hart, meaning the film doesn't really capitalise on its best character and we are left with Frankie and his mate mugging to camera with their slapstick comedy routines when really we should be spending more time with Susan seducing more rich knuckleheads. But on the whole, despite a few shortfalls, this one has enough agreeable 60's charm about it to ensure its worth a spin.
  • My teenage son and I have been catching up on Vincent Price films thanks to cable TV. Most have been those cheesy Poe horror flicks from the 60s, but this one was something out of the ordinary! My son and I laughed all the way through, and at the end he declared, "This is probably the worst movie I've ever seen in my life!" This film gives Vincent Price a chance to spoof his own persona and he does it with relish. His comic timing is great, although his sidekick Jack Mullaney is disappointingly unfunny and un-Igorish. (If you want to see Mullaney in his creepy mode, find the BELFRY episode from the first season of Alfred Hitchcock.) Avalon and Hickman turn in their usual likable performances, and Susan Hart impresses with her varied accents and comic mugging.

    The Supremes sing a horrible title song slightly off-pitch, and that theme dominates Les Baxter's jolly score. Various other beach party favorites make cameo appearances (and advertise a movie...THE GIRL IN THE GLASS BIKINI...which was never released). San Francisco looks great, with all the usual hillside chase clichés. The plot is so thin (actually full of holes) that it hardly bears thinking about.

    It was also refreshing to be reminded that the standards for female beauty used to be more substantial than in our anorexic age.

    The opening animated titles and the closing blackout dance sequence are also worth mentioning. All in all, a pleasant way to spend 90 minutes, if you miss the goofiness of the 1960s.
  • Now this is what I call a too-little-known gem. Despite being a perpetual "student" of film and being a fan of Vincent Price, 1960s films, and the various genres this film can be seen as, I somehow overlooked this title for years. I can't remember anyone else I've read or talked to who mentioned this title. Maybe that's because a film like this is an acquired taste, one that apparently many people haven't acquired. I must have come across it sometime, but I didn't really notice it until I stumbled across it on Netflix recently.

    Some of the descriptive terms that regularly pop up in others' reviews of this film include "silly", "ridiculous", "goofy", "insane", and "absurd". I wouldn't disagree with any of those terms. What I would disagree with is that they denote something undesirable in films, or that they denote something that deserves less respect than other descriptors. Other admirable terms that I would add include "surreal", "satirical", "madcap", occasionally "atmospheric" and "funny". Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine certainly isn't intended to be realistic, and despite popular conceptions, it's not intended to just be a laugh-out-loud comedy, either.

    One could think of Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine as what we now call "high concept"--"Vincent Price, in a transformative mode between his Corman-directed Poe characters and Dr. Phibes, meets Frankie Avalon in a beach film attitude meets James Bond meets 1960s 'madcap'/'screwball' comedy".

    Price is Dr. Goldfoot, a satire of a Bond mad scientist, with a name that's obviously a pun on Goldfinger. He's planning on usurping the wealth of some of the world's richest men by creating a veritable army of hot robotic women in gold bikinis, appropriately enough, since they're mechanical but artificially intelligent/sentient gold-diggers. Todd Armstrong (Dwayne Hickman) is one of the victims of the nefarious plan, and Craig Gamble (Frankie Avalon), an almost secret agent, becomes involved because the robot aiming for Armstrong initially mistakes Gamble for him--they have a similar look. Gamble falls in love with her and searches for her once she disappears. This gradually leads to Armstrong and the eventual discovery of Dr. Goldfoot's scheme.

    In the 1960s, filmmakers were on the upswing of increasing experimentation. The Hays Production Code, which filmmakers had started seriously challenging in the 1950s, was decreasingly influential or "enforceable", and would be abandoned before the end of the decade. In addition to broaching previously forbidden subject matter and images, filmmakers were also increasingly experimenting with the structure of films. The roots of this were the same as the roots fueling parallel revolutions in pop music, for example, and more importantly, in society, leading to the lifestyle experimentation of the hippies. For films, plots were often pushed and prodded, including some attempts to effectively abandon them. The result was a lot of sprawling and too-often-messy "madcap" comedies. In a number of famous cases, such as Casino Royale (1967), or What's New Pussycat (1965), the experimentation ended up hurting the films as much as helping. Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine has the same basic attitude and sense of experimentation, but director Norman Taurog and writers Robert Kaufman, James H. Nicholson and Elwood Ullman admirably keep a relatively tight lid on their plot. It gives us the best aspects of the era's "freewheeling" sense of filmic adventure while not forgetting about the importance of a coherent story.

    As a Price fan, some of my favorite moments arrived with Price satirizing his previous screen personae. Dr. Goldfoot lives in an elaborate laboratory/dungeon beneath a funeral parlor that serves as a front (this is prescient in an oblique way of Don Coscarelli's 1979 film, Phantasm), and many scenes of Dr. Goldfoot in his home environment are surprisingly atmospheric, including the chamber housing Goldfoot's razor sharp pendulum, which almost trumps the one in the Roger Corman Pit and the Pendulum (1961), which it references, or questionably "spoofs". Price is good with this kind of comedy if you like complex ambiguity, because he's so dry and his "comic" characters are so closely played to his serious characters. It's a very subtle difference.

    Frankie Avalon is far less subtle, but he's no worse for that, and he's primarily done lighthearted roles anyway. Avalon's scenes often veer towards slapstick. Some of the best material in that vein arrived in his special agent office, with his boss, Donald J. Penny (Fred Clark).

    Even though this is a 1960s film with one foot in the comedy genre, as a Vincent Price film you wouldn't expect the climax to be an extended, madcap chase scene. It is, and it's one of the best sequences of the film. Our heroes and villains chase each other around the streets of San Francisco (with some attendant very attractive cinematography in a mini-San Francisco travelogue) in a number of increasingly absurd vehicles and scenarios.

    Insofar as Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine is a James Bond spoof--and that's a prominent mode, although certainly not the only dominant one--it was obviously one of the influences on Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery (1997). But Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine is also somewhat serious about its other genres, and it satirizes gold-digging, marriages and high-profile divorces in a time where they were becoming much more commonplace in the public consciousness. Of course, it's also a great excuse to watch a dozen scantily clad, beautiful women, who even go-go dance a bit for us.
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    Taking Disney style comedy and adding an adult twist to it, American International purposely went way over the top and succeeded. Deliberate humor often lands like a cow patty in a pasture, but here, the patty is filled with gold nuggets. Escaping from doomed barons and vicious monsters, Vincent Price is having a gay old time as an effete mad scientist who creates beautiful robots to seduce and marry vulnerable rich men in hopes of getting his hands on their estates. With an idiotic assistant named Igor, Price continues to bungle each scheme thanks to the interference of the love struck Frankie Avalon who falls in love with bikini clad #11 (Susan Hart), set up by the complete dunce Igor (Jack Mullaney) who makes Gilligan seem like the professor.

    This greatly uses the streets of San Francisco for location shooting, starting off the film on Lombard Street and ending up in Dr. Goldfoot's lair returning to the streets for a wacky chase similar to those in "What's Up, Doc?" and "Foul Play". Avalon works for his eccentric uncle (Fred Clark) who keeps falling prey to Avalon's clumsiness. Avalon joins forces with Dwayne Hickman who made the unfortunate decision to marry the lovely but unloving Hart.

    Often, deliberate camp does not come off well, especially when the actor's tongues are so far in their cheek that they could drill oil. But everybody seems to be having so much fun that it becomes generally hard not to root them on, especially when Price returns to the pit and the pendulum. While this gets a rather high rating from me, I could hardly call this award worthy, but I could have gobbled down two large popcorns with this at the drive-in and drink a super large coke and never want to leave my car to go to the restroom or take a break on the outdoor slides. A fun title song sung by the Supremes (unseen) helps get the show started.
  • ...is better than either of the two "Dr. Goldfoot" movies.

    "Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine" (1965) and "Dr. Goldfoot and the Girl Bombs" (1966) are spoofs of the early James Bond flicks and, to a lesser degree, the early 60's beach movies with Avalon & Funicello (mainly because Frankie stars in the first one and it shares the harmless, fun-spirited flare of the beach flicks). They're innocuous mid-60's slapstick comedies in the style of "I Dream of Jeanie", but extended to a full movie. Their main attraction can be found in their titles -- the 60's bikini-clad babes and Vincent price in the title role. Since I love both (and "I Dream of Jeanie") I figured I'd like these movies way more than I did, but I found them pretty forgettable, not to mention lame. Yes, I know, they're supposed to be lame, but there's good lame and bad lame and the two Dr. Goldfoot movies are mediocre lame, verging on bad.

    The first movie takes place in San Francisco and the second one in Rome. These locations are highlights in addition to those already mentioned. These movies are also enjoyable as period-pieces as it's interesting to see the mid-60's styles, etc.

    As far as the women go, I was a little disappointed with the first one in this respect; the second one is much better, not to mention it was directed by Mario Bava (which many insist is his worst film, lol).

    At the end of the day, the Dr. Goldfoot movies are throwaway flicks, but they're worth catching for the highlights noted above, if you're in the right frame of mind.

    The first movie runs 88 minutes and the second one 82 minutes.

    GRADE: C-
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    I don't know if much media was considered meta in 1965, but this film definitely fits the bill. Somehow it combines everything American-International Pictures did best - Edgar Allan Poe movies, beach films and movies that appealed to the teenage zeitgeist - and mashes and mixes them up into one overall satisfying piece of ridiculousness.

    It all started with AIP president James H. Nicholson looking for a way to show off contract player Susan Hart, who would become his wife. It went through plenty of drafts before Norman Taurog (who had made movies with Martin and Lewis, Elvis Presley and was the youngest director to win an Oscar when hs film Skippy was honored in 1931; Damien Chazelle has since beaten him out when La La Land won in 2017) came on board.

    While most AIP films had slender budgets, this one had over a million dollars to spend. That said, it also recycled plenty of their famous props and sets, but to great effect.

    Originally, the film was to be a musical, but the script got rewritten to the displeasure of Price. Susan Hart would say, "One of the best scenes I've seen on film was Vincent Prince singing about the bikini machine - it was excellent. And I was told it was taken out because Sam Arkoff thought that Vincent Price looked too fey. But his character was fey! By taking that particular scene out, I believe they took the explanation and the meat out of that picture."

    Honestly, there isn't much story. Price plays Dr. Goldfoot, who has an army of female robots who seduce, marry and murder men - after taking their money, of course. The femme fatales include Deanna Lund (Land of the Giants, Elves and nearly the wife of Larry King), China Lee (Mort Sahl's wife who had been a Playboy Playmate for the month of August 1964 ; she also shows up in What's Up Tiger Lily?), Sue Hamilton (Playboy Playmate of the Month for April 1965; also the first Playmate to have breast implants, as well as be under five foot tall), Marianna Gaba (Playboy Playmate of the Month September 1959), Nicholson's daughter's Luree and Laura and Alberta Nelson (who often played a motorcyle girl named Puss in the AIP beach movies).

    Speaking of that motorcycle gang, their leader Eric Von Zipper (Harvey Lembeck) shows up. And so does Annette Funicello for the briefest of moments. And Frankie Avalon and Dwayne Hickman just switch their names from Ski Party and play the same parts. Other beach party cameos include one-time Gidget Deborah Walley and Aron Kincaid.

    The movie also boasts a Claymation title sequence by Gumby creator Art Clokey, a title song by The Supremes and a reappearance of the set from The Pit and the Pendulum. There's also a scene where Goldfoot shows off his ancestor's portraits, which include Price AIP roles like Verden Fell from The Tomb of Ligeia and Roderick Usher from House of Usher. And the missiles that supposedly wipe out the evil doctor at the end were lifted from Mothra vs. Godzilla, which AIP had released as Godzilla vs. The Thing.

    Due to a lawsuit by Eon Productions, this movie was titled Dr G. and the Bikini Machine in England. It did modest business everywhere but Italy, where it was a major success. That would lead to a sequel, Dr. Goldfoot and the Girl Bombs, which would be directed by Mario Bava.

    There was also a TV special that aired in the place of Shindig! on November 18, 1965 on ABC. The Wild Weird World of Dr. Goldfoot featured Vincent Price, Tommy Kirk and Susan Hart, along with the songs that were cut from this film's release.
  • Our little group saw this on our own "Bad Movie Night" and speculated that this was a sly homage to San Francisco's gay community. Certainly there was no obvious reason to film it there, besides the fun involved in careening down Lombard Street between Hyde & Leavenworth (allegedly the crookedest stretch of paved road in the USA) during the chase scene.

    Why? Because Frankie Avalon and Dwayne Hickman seem almost disinterested in Dr. Goldfoot's sex-bots at first, and, once they find each other, they hold on to each other for dear life. Vincent Price camping it up in silk smoking jacket doesn't help. All of us viewing in this session were straight, so those of you with acute pre-Stonewall Hollywood Gay-dar should check this out to see if we're just a clueless bunch of breeders. There may even have been clues we missed.

    A few things that make us go "Hmmm": Why would someone who obviously has the means to construct an opulent underground lab with fancy decoration and fabulous machinery need to use it to soak rich guys? Why does Igor look and act like just a normal schlub pulled off the street, rather than a revived corpse (did the SFX budget run out after all those gold bikinis)? How does making her scrub the floor punish a robot? (Unless she's Marvin the Paranoid Android.) What ever became of Igor's impersonation of the SIC chief visiting the local department? And why does a movie that advertises "killer sex-bots" have little violence, and essentially no sex, in it -- not even of the off-screen early-60s sex-tease sort?

    Aww, so the hell what? IT'S A REALLY STUPID MOVIE ALL ROUND. ***, one of them just because Vincent Price is simply mahvelous.
  • kdeininger-114 June 2006
    I know this will go against what several others have said here, but this stinker is definitely in the running for the "dumbest film ever made." Notice I didn't say "worst film ever made" because there are many, many films that are technically less adept. Don't get me wrong, I love many of the films brought to us by Arkoff and Nicholson at AIP. This one just does not have the campy sensibility of some of their other films like "High School Hellcats" and "Teenage Cave Man." And the humor! Cornball doesn't even begin to describe it. This makes "Herbie the Love Bug" look like a comedic masterpiece. I understand that this is intended as a parody of the James Bond, mad scientist, and teen romp genres, but it lacks any of the true charm and campiness that a parody should encompass. I guess this is what happens when you give a D-grade production staff a budget and some big name stars.

    I give this one 2 stars because Vincent Price is in it, 2 stars for the bikini clad robots, 1 star because Dwayne "Dobie" Hickman is in it, 1 star for sentimental value (this film was a regular on the late-night "bad movie" circuit on local TV when I was a youngster), -1 for the lame script and jokes and -2 stars because of the truly awful Frankie Avalon.
  • I like all kinds of humor, from witty and smart to silly and downright dumb. But not this dumb. This could make an infant throw their Binky at the screen in outrage.

    'Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine' is so ineptly executed from all angles, the mind boggles wondering where to start.

    Vincent Price is present, his usual mischievous self. You might have a chance to admire how he professionally slogs through this, if the movie didn't keep assailing your senses with such terribleness.

    Frankie Avalon fares not as well. His performance is so infuriatingly bad one would wonder how he ever got into movies. Much on the same wavelength in this titanium turkey is Dwayne Hickman. The two ally themselves against the evil Goldfoot. In one sequence, they get drunk then wake up with hangovers. This is acted and depicted so inanely, I got a headache watching it. Then the duo go on a lengthy search - for a new script or better agents, one hopes.

    The glimpses of gorgeous women in bikinis scarcely compensate for the waste-pile of a movie that surrounds them. The bright colors captured by the film stock are the only consistent thing to look forward to. It's enough to give drive-in movies a bad name, or make one grateful for long lines to buy popcorn.

    Have I made my opinion clear? If not, let me put it this way: it would have been a vast improvement if all the male leads had been played, in a multi-character performance involving disguises, by Jerry Lewis. I am not kidding.

    Playing his usual befuddled guy-character, Fred Clark does generate a couple laughs - bringing the grand total for the entire flick to 2. The theme song is pretty groovelicious - sung by the Supremes, with what sounds like the usual great Motown musicians backing them. Don't listen to it more than twice - it's infectious enough to make you go around singing it. Considering how deservedly forgotten this grade-Z time-waster is, this would only alienate you from your fellow man...
  • While not up to the standards(?) of Avalon's other mid 60's romps (Beach Blanket Bingo, et al), the movie still provides a lot of fun. And as usual, Vincent Price as the mad scientist makes it all worthwhile. Though the widescreen presentation is commendable, the production values are cheesy. Take note of the scene where Avalon's red convertible changes from a Plymouth Fury to a Dodge Coronet, then back to the Fury again. Talk about continuity errors! All that aside, it's still a great nostalgia piece.
  • Flixer195723 August 2002
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    Power-mad scientist Vincent Price creates voluptuous female robots, then programs them to seduce wealthy dudes and swipe their money. They look nice in their gold bikinis but walk around with such mean looks on their faces that how they manage to seduce anybody remains a mystery. Susan Hart goes after doofy Dwayne Hickman. Fred Clark plays Goldfoot's assistant Igor in a manner suggesting that he took retard lessons from Jerry Lewis. One robot bungles her assignment so Goldfoot tortures her with an electric chair. The bikini babes aren't onscreen all that long so the prepubescent boys this flick was made for probably howled for their money back. Vincent Price is fun, as always. This movie is bad but the sequel, DOCTOR GOLDFOOT AND THE GIRL BOMBS, reportedly makes this one look good.
  • Dr. Goldfoot (Vincent Price) has devised a plan that's either genius or completely stupid. He has an army of robot women, beautiful as can be, that he will send off to marry rich men and have the men sign over their fortunes. Soon, if all works out, Goldfoot will be the richest man alive!

    Let it be said that to enjoy this film, you need to like camp, 1960s sensibilities (go go dancing for no reason) and Vincent Price. If you like those things, this will be a treat for you. Made around the same time as his Corman-directed Poe stories (and for the same production company) here Price gets to be a little bit sillier...

    Although Price does a great job, and Frankie Avalon plays a good spy, the real credit should go to Susan Hart, who played Robot #11 (Diane). She wasn't just beautiful, but acted professionally and comically and delivered her lines as if she meant them (which may have been hard to do). None of the other robots get as much screen time ,and that's alright: Hart really has the performance nailed.

    I think this film has somewhat disappeared. Not being technically "horror", Price fans may overlook it. And they may be the key audience -- the spoof of the spy genre is evident, but there are better spy spoofs to be had. Having spawned two sequels (one directed by Mario Bava), this film has an important place in film history. I loved it and I suspect you will, too.
  • The French removed the middle of the bathing suit sometime in the late Forties and called it a Bikini. Believe it or not this was Scandalous and the thing was banned for years in America. But there was no holding a good thing back and so Hollywood was there to document its arrival in many a Beach Movies.

    The same Studio that gave us these Movies full of eye candy and little else decided to broaden the landscape and leave the sand and surf behind. After all, these "Films" were money makers and were extremely popular Drive-In fillers so why stop the sexploitation.

    Here we have a Spoof of the James Bond Movies and a formula from the Beach Pageants, mixed liberally with the Keystone Cops, The Three Stooges, Jerry Lewis and the Kitchen Sink. It almost works with the very least of expectations and looks colorful and what passed for safe kinkiness at the time. But mostly it is embarrassing.

    The Sixties revolution hadn't quite begun and liberation was a few years away so this 1965 offering was an emerging anachronism. The kind of stuff that made the Women's Lib movement livid, and the Cultural Styling was rapidly becoming very Square. It really was just a few years too late and it suffers for it because of its Blockheaded outdated Conservative template.

    Mostly unfunny, cringe-worthy, and immediately outdated, this was a sign of the End Times for this sort of stiff slapstick using a once risqué format called Burlesque that was nothing more than an excuse to ogle shapely scantily clad Females.
  • If one is looking for an Academy Award winning film to view or make sense out of, ...this isn't it! This is an outlandish tongue-in-cheek fun movie to see and the cast is having a good time in doing it. The picture bundles the spy concept of the Bond movies with the Beach films that were popular with teens in the '60s and throws in some Edgar Allen Poe horror element (with a comedic twist), courtesy of Vincent Price.

    Vincent Price provides an over the top humorous campy type portrayal of the title character. He does it so well (facial expressions and all) that he makes the storyline work and there could be no other actor to pull this off! He and Jack Mullaney as his sidekick, Igor work well together for the laughs as he tries to gain control of the world through the use of his Bikini Machine. Susan Hart is a sweetheart, looker, and manipulator. Though she can be forgetful and fooled. She has these characteristics as a Bikini Girl (a "robot" that uses various speaking dialects) created by Dr. Goldfoot that leaves whoever she comes in to contact with, spellbound; as do the other bikini clad female robots to carry out Dr. Goldfoot's sinister plot.

    To foil Dr. Goldfoot are Frankie Avalon and Dwayne Hickman. Avalon and Hickman have very good chemistry together and bumble their way through miscellaneous situations while trying to gain the attention (affection) of Susan Hart (and of course to stop Goldfoot). Fred Clark also makes an appearance as part of the "good guys" and adds to the eccentricity.

    There is a comedic chase scene towards the end (what's a spy flick without one of these?) and humorous cameos by known actors of the time.

    The best part of the picture has to be the opening sequence and theme. Claymation (of Gumby fame and a product of the '50s and '60s) is wonderfully done for the credits. Couple this segment to the Motown Sound of the Supremes (the most popular girl group of the '60s; with Mary Wilson, Diana Ross, and Florence Ballard) magnificently performing the bizarre (but catchy) theme, "Dr. Goldfoot And His Bikini Machine." Motown courtesy loaned the trio to American International Pictures. It's an added treat and terrific way to musically open and close the motion-picture!
  • There is something going on here. It isn't that the acting is bad and contrived, it is way beyond that, it is actors (who are B-picture actors) acting as bad actors, spoofing themselves, their genre and the whole Hollywood-Disney comedy industry that was so big at the time. Remember "Herbie the Love Bug" with Dean Jones? It is that caliber of forced performance turned up a notch, mixed with three six-packs of 4th-wall gags, Three Stooges shticks like tiny offices with low-hanging bookshelves and multiple entrances. It's Looney Tunes with Frankie Avalon as Daffy Duck.

    Plot-wise this is ... well, hey, you have bikini FemBots way ahead of Woody Allen's Casino Royale, you have Vincent Price with a Disney-style dunderhead for his Igor, you have a spy agency and the lamest Secret Agent Car you've ever seen, there's just no room for a plot! It is, however, a film. By that I mean it doesn't fall apart half way and end in a psychedelic chaos rush like, say, the Monkees movie 'Head'. The film states a reality (a very strange reality) and sticks to it until the tale is told. It is formulaic to the extreme, with one of the most surreal Peter-Sellers-style farce car-chase scenes in cinematic history.

    I figure there has to be more to this movie, some secret society undercurrent or something, and that's why I gave it a 7. Certainly it wasn't so bad I couldn't watch; I had to see it through just to see it through. It is set in San Francisco, which in itself is a significant hipness-clue factor for those times (Herbie was also SF, no?).

    The Bikini Machine has got that Beach Party Bingo feel to it complete with Dobie Gillis but without Maynard G. Krebbs, and that alone makes me want to include this film in some sort of hip cannon and shoot it.
  • Vincent Price is an out and out legend, and unsurprisingly, this film is often neglected in discussions about the great actors output and that's a good thing, as it's not among his best work. The film is clearly not meant to be taken seriously and reminded me of Austin Powers, though not in a good way as it fails for all the reasons Austin Powers works. The film appears to be spoofing the likes of James Bond, but the jokes aren't funny and the spoofing is way off-cue. The plot revolves around a mad doctor using robots that look like beautiful girls to enslave powerful men (kind of like the Fembots in Austin Powers). The best thing about the film is, of course, Vincent Price and his hammy acting style is revved up the max for this one and it does actually work quite well. Or at least it would if the jokes were funny. Somehow American International Pictures managed to get The Supremes to sing the title song, and while it fits the camp style of the film; it's a highly irritating piece that is liable to get stuck in your head. It's even worse for me, not being a Supremes fan. As you can probably guess from the title, this is a highly camp film and that may appeal to some people, but as far as I'm concerned; it's is a dire comedy with little to recommend it for. Interestingly, the film received a sequel a year later that bizarrely was directed by the great Mario Bava. I've heard it's even worse than this one...but I know I'll still end up seeing it for the people involved.
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