The Hall Family who gave us Eegah the missing link which combined bad rock and roll with bad science fiction decided to stick to just bad rock and roll in Wild Guitar. This was another attempt by the senior Hall to make junior a star. These two remind me of Charles Foster Kane trying to make Susan Alexander an opera star.
Arch Hall, Jr. with a blond pompadour that would not be seen again on the screen until the German film Gossen or with Brad Pitt in Johnny Suede gets a big break as a last minute substitute for another act on a television variety show. As a result Hall, Sr. who plays a record company producer signs Junior to a long term record contract which gives him a comfortable existence, but all of his money is tied up with Sr. Junior is living on an allowance, nice, but not enough to maintain living as a popstar should.
Added to that is Ray Dennis Steckler who also directed this monstrosity playing a psychotic enforcer for senior. All in all not a good situation.
I'm hard pressed to find anything to praise here. The sets were cheap, the directing uninspired and Steckler to his defense was dealing with an incredibly mind blowingly bad cast. This one stunk up the drive-ins in the early Sixties and offered absolutely no distraction to those who came to the theater with something else in mind.
Arch Hall, Jr. with a blond pompadour that would not be seen again on the screen until the German film Gossen or with Brad Pitt in Johnny Suede gets a big break as a last minute substitute for another act on a television variety show. As a result Hall, Sr. who plays a record company producer signs Junior to a long term record contract which gives him a comfortable existence, but all of his money is tied up with Sr. Junior is living on an allowance, nice, but not enough to maintain living as a popstar should.
Added to that is Ray Dennis Steckler who also directed this monstrosity playing a psychotic enforcer for senior. All in all not a good situation.
I'm hard pressed to find anything to praise here. The sets were cheap, the directing uninspired and Steckler to his defense was dealing with an incredibly mind blowingly bad cast. This one stunk up the drive-ins in the early Sixties and offered absolutely no distraction to those who came to the theater with something else in mind.