
Now this is one that I've wanted to see for ages. I'm always hoping that I'll discover a film that will be as good as Bucket Of Blood or Bloody Brood but alas it never seems to happen. I had really hoped The Rebel Set aka Beatsville would live up to my expectations but unfortunately it didn't. It starts off well enough with some cool bongo jazz in a beat club called Cosmo Alley. Soon in we meet the proprietor, played by Edward Platt (the chief from Get Smart) and find out that he is planning an armed car robbery, apparently running a beatnik coffee house is just his cover or something. The first half hour is pretty good and then it just turns into your run of the mill caper film, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but I was kind of hoping for more. I was kind of hoping the whole thing would take place in the beatnik world in the way that Bucket of Blood does. There are some pretty good poetry readings but the get interrupted by dialogue so I didn't bother ripping them, besides, as it turns out, this film is public domain. I actually found it over at the Internet Archive, so I've embedded it here and you can watch the whole film at the end of the post. "Spray perfumes of France upon this beatsville, fling petals of rose upon this bed,
strew oceans of lotions and liquid commotions, put cologne on the beards of
each man."
"Don't you ever lose one a them set-to's?"
"Rarely, if ever."
"Then you must be a virtuous-oso as they say."
"Well yes and no, I merely make sure that my antagonists are bad chess players."
"I used to have faith in lots of thing Johnny. Love conquers all."
Beatnik chick dance routine
You are now entering Cosmo Alley
"What I wanna know is why'd you pick us, us three?"
"Because none of you are beat, you're merely beaten. You're not detached, you're
unemployed. You're not dispassionate, you're afraid, scared.
"Lost! lost! The marshall has the big say so in this mans town. Tarnished star on
the breast of fate. Feel the long dark soul at the railway siding, where the beat
train stands."
"From nothingness to nothingness. Go! go capricious Luna on thy fools errand.
The passengers on this sad train are the five senses. Smell, oh nostrils! Hear, oh
ears! The skull is a piece of baggage, a hatbox, it has no contents. The brain
is missing."
"I am bugged! Beyond recall!"
"What are you doing with a gun?"
"Just keeping it company."
Watch the whole film right here!