There is little wonder that the acting is stiff with dialogue this lame. I grew up in the 50s. Even then we would groan at this writing. We came to see Bill Haley (Rudy's sax was worth the admission) & Little Richard. Alan Dale had a nice voice, but I can't recall anyone of my teen friends buying one of his discs. If only Columbia recognized the fact that we came for the music and not the plot - particularly one as predictable as this. A man in his 30s hustled by an oversexed teenager? How did that get by the censors? All the men walking around in suits all day seemed dumb then, and very much like an old TV sitcom today. The fast-forward control is a gift from God and surely appreciated for movies such as this. A+ for dancers.
Review of Don't Knock the Rock
