Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine
Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine
G | 06 November 1965 (USA)
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In this campy spy movie spoof Dr. Goldfoot (Vincent Price) has invented an army of bikini-clad robots who are programmed to seek out wealthy men and charm them into signing over their assets. Secret agent Craig Gamble (Frankie Avalon) and millionaire Todd Armstrong set out to foil his fiendish plot.

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Actuakers One of my all time favorites.
Sarentrol Masterful Cinema
Dartherer I really don't get the hype.
CommentsXp Best movie ever!
LeonLouisRicci 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 It really was just a few years too late and it suffers for it because of its Blockheaded outdated Conservative template.Mostly unfunny, cringe-worthy, and immediately outdated, this was a sign of the End Times for this sort of stiff slapstick using a once risqué format called Burlesque that was nothing more than an excuse to ogle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.
TheLittleSongbird I am a great fan of Vincent Price, so I thought I would enjoy Dr Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine. I did reasonably, but disappointingly it is a long way from a good movie. The score is great, as are the songs, the opening song is a classic. The locations are also lovely as are the girls/ladies, while Fred Clark does have an amusing running gag and Vincent Price and Frankie Avalon while very hammy seem to be having a ball here. However, I do agree that the mix of locations and projections in the big chase sequences are distracting and jarring. The story is awfully silly with no real surprises and one too many scenes where it becomes very leaden, while the dialogue is so cheesy it makes you roll your eyes and the gags, with a few exceptions, come very fatigued. In conclusion, not terrible but not particularly good either. 5/10 Bethany Cox
teledyn 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.
Witchfinder General 666 It is beyond doubt that Nroman Taurog's "Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine" of 1965 is about as dumb as it gets, but funny dumb that is. The great Vincent Price stars as the eponymous villain in this absurd comedy brought to screen by American International Pictures, a film promising nothing more or less than 88 minutes of wonderfully stupid fun. And it is, of course, none other than Vincent Price, as far as I am considered one of the greatest actors of all-time, who gives this film its cult-status.The mad Dr. Goldfoot (Price) plans to obtain the world's riches with the help of an army of babes in golden bikinis. These sexy women in bikinis, who are actually robots brought to life by Goldfoot and his moronic assistant Igor, are programmed to seduce rich men and hand their stocks over to their master. After they have both fallen for sexy fem-bot Diane (Susan Hart), millionaire Todd Armstrong (Dwayne Hickman) and secret agent Craig Gamble (Frankie Avalon) decide to put a stop to Goldfoot's game...Vincent Price is, as always, great in his role, and basically the only good reason to watch this film. Sexy Susan Hart fits well in her role of the seductive robot-girl Diane, and so do the other robot-girls provide more eye-candy. Dwayne Hickman and Frankie Avalon deliver plain dreadful performances, even for a super-silly comedy like this. Then again, they were certainly instructed to act exaggeratedly stupid. The funky theme-song by The Supremes gives the film some more cult-value. The film itself will never make the viewers laugh themselves to death, but it is able to constantly put a smirk on one's face. The producers obviously thought it would be a good idea to spoof brilliant AIP-produced Vincent Price classics, such as "House Of Usher" (1960) and "The Pit And The Pendulum" (1961). For the pendulum sequence towards the end, they actually shamelessly used several sequences from "Pit And The Pendulum". The film keeps getting dumber and dumber, but it always stays fun. Only the overlong chase in the end (about 10 minutes) is almost inendurable. As mentioned above, this is about as dumb as it gets, but it is nevertheless (or should I say therefore) great fun to watch. Vincent Price fans shouldn't miss it.