An American-International picture, presented by James H. Nicholson and Samuel Z. Arkoff. U.S. release: April 1966. 82 minutes. (The M- G-M DVD rates 10/10).SYNOPSIS: Showman Karloff leaves his million-dollar estate to Kirk, Kelly and Walley, but Rathbone, White, O'Hara and Rubin want the loot for themselves. Matters are complicated by the invasion of an inept gang of bikies and a do-gooder teenage ghost.COMMENT: Although billed as a guest, Rathbone is actually a major player in this labored farce. Despite plodding, pedestrian direction and unfunny dialogue, the film still manages to held one's interest, thanks mainly to the game efforts of the players (particularly Quinn O'Hara) and the use of American-International's standing horror sets (which certainly give the movie "class"). The songs also are catchy enough, although it's Nancy Sinatra who provides the stand-out number, "Geronimo". She then, alas, disappears as the spotlight shifts to the nubile Quinn O'Hara. I'm not complaining, but it would have been nice to see more of Nancy as well. Karloff fans will also be disappointed as the king of menace is given little to do but comment on the action from time to time.Oddly, although everything has been thrown into the pot in a desperate attempt to make the picture as appealing as possible, contemporary audiences stayed away. For all its heavy-handedness, however, the movie bears at least a little bemused watching. And it's an absolute must- see for Nancy Sinatra and Quinn O'Hara fans.

The veteran actors outscore the youngsters in this American International farce that came up during the heyday of the beach party movies. Frankie and Annette aren't available, so you get Tommy Kirk and Deborah Walley instead, not to mention the consistently unfunny Harvey Lembeck. Billed as the corpse, Boris Karloff as been dead for a week, and with the help of the luscious ghostly figure of Susan Hart, looks on his heirs who are desperately trying to find his missing fortune. it's another one of those Drive-In comedies that seems more like a Scooby-Doo Saturday animated cartoon then something that you can sit through for 90 minutes without longing for a snack, but there are a few downright hysterical moments. The songs and dance numbers (featuring Nancy Sinatra) is pretty much anything that you would see on any of the popular music shows of the time such as "Shindig" and "American Bandstand". Tommy Kirk and Deborah Walley try, but they can't compare to the veterans who really get a chance to shine, especially the very funny Patsy Kelly. She is joined by Jesse White, Francis X. Bushman and another legendary horror figure, Basil Rathbone. This is one of those films you can have a few good laughs at, but you'll be dying for something of more substance not long after it is over.

The kind of movie that makes you a little stupider as you watch it. If you let your IQ drop enough, it's enjoyable. It's cheap drive-in stuff from the mid-60s starring Tommy Kirk (whose 1965 film Village of the Giants I watched early on this month). The story is very poorly cobbled together. Boris Karloff plays a recently deceased man. An old girlfriend who died when she was young (Susan Hart) comes to his coffin to tell him that she'll help him do a good deed to get him into Heaven. Hart goes to Earth as the titular ghost (whose invisible bikini shows not skin, but whatever is behind her, i.e., a blue bikini against a blue screen) to prevent Karloff's evil lawyer (Basil Rathbone) from getting Karloff's treasure before his descendants (Kirk and others) can find it. It's mostly worth watching for the plethora of hot girls in bikinis and the enjoyable 60s pop music they sing. Nancy Sinatra co-stars and sings a song.

I have a special affection for this little trifle. I saw it at our post theater twice when I was stationed at Fort Hood, Texas. It was a time when we were killing time, just waiting to be discharged, and this film conjures up a time of innocence when I was dying to re-start my civilian life. But most of all, I was (and still am) a tremendous fan of Miss Nancy Sinatra, especially all through my Army days, and it was thrilling fun to go see her movies at the post theater. She also did "The Wild Angels" and "The Last of the Secret Agents." All the other commentators are right. No classic, but mindless, harmless fun ! Oh, Nancy ! We were so young, and it was a different world !