American teenagers as a culture force came into their own in
the 1950s, and as always, the white/middle-aged forces in control were
instantly threatened, trying to demonize kids with the over-stated “juvenile
delinquency” scare of that decade. However, the combined power of Elvis
Presley, James Dean, and the Crypt Keeper could not equal what happened to
teens in 1964. They screamed like they were being murdered. They peed their
pants. They threw themselves in front of and out of moving vehicles. They lost
complete and total control. This crazed behavior was a consequence of three of
the things the older generation most feared: sex, Rock & Roll, and
foreigners. Those foreigners in question were four youngsters from Liverpool,
England, and though The Beatles projected a seemingly wholesome image,
teenagers correctly interpreted the licentious messages of Rock & Roll like
“Please Please Me”, “Twist and Shout”, and even “I Want to Hold Your Hand”. Consequently,
they went cuckoo.
Showing posts with label Nancy Allen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nancy Allen. Show all posts
Thursday, March 21, 2019
Friday, June 24, 2016
366 Days at the Drive-In: Day 268
The Movie: I Wanna Hold Your Hand (1978)
What Is It?: Robert Zemeckis's ode to Beatlemania is as weighty as an unused Kleenex, but it's sweet, fun froth, and Nancy Allen's molestation of Paul's Hofner after she and her Beatlemaniac buddies break into the Fabs' hotel room is bizarrely erotic.
Why Today?: I wish I could say today is "National Make Out with a Bass Guitar Day," but it is not. However, on
this day in 1950, Nancy Allen is born. That's pretty good too!
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