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Biography of penultimate jazz drummer Krupa (played here with enthusiasm by young Sal Mineo) as he achieves fame and fortune for his unique talent, then squanders his success on alcohol, illicit substances and loose women. Mineo is sharp and authentic-looking in his impersonations of the frenetic, almost chaotic looking drumming, while Kohner is his antithesis, a placid, mature girl who despite his lack of judgment and indiscretions, sticks by him, ultimately resurrecting his career after he's incarcerated for narcotics possession (in spite of his protests "they weren't my reefers!"). She encourages him to learn to read music, while his fair-weather friends encourage him to party to excess, his grip on the sticks stutters and concerns grow for his well being.

Larry Dobkin is Krupa's cool-as-cucumber attorney, but the trio of girls assembled to tempt Mineo (principally youthful Craig and sultry Oliver) are welcome distractions from the musical numbers (which are superbly choreographed and not over represented). Darren isn't bad as his trumpet-playing concerned friend and future "Love Boat" captain Gavin McLeod is on deck in a small role as Krupa's brother.

The subject matter is handled with conservatism and the drug dependency issue isn't really explored in any detail (the scene in which he rejects Oliver's offer of a doobie is a little cheesy, surely even by the contemporary standards). Still it's a bit more than a casual theme, and this is more than just a string of musical numbers loosely bound in a biopic melodrama. Mineo's performance is well balanced, while Kohner is appropriately understated and the musical numbers more than compensate for any particular lack of dramatic intensity. Worth a look.

I recall seeing this as a teenager and thinking it was great. As a 75 year old retired musician who lives music history, it annoyed me.

When a producer allows a song from 1940 (Let There be Love) to be inserted into a scene from the mid20s I call foul. The early scene with Krupa jamming with the Austin High Gang is arranged in the style of a 1960s Las Vegas showband. The scene with Red Nichols is equally absurd with bop-based jazz chorus.

Then comes "Cherokee" (written in 1938) played at a tempo and style at least 20 years in the future. Then comes the cocktail party which looks like a scene from Playboy After Hours. No attempt is made to costume authenticity. The band jamming sounds like Sam Butera on speed.

Later a beautiful version of "Memories of You" appears, but sung in a style si,liar to Julie London. Not until "Back Home in Indiana" does the music come close to stylistically historical accuracy. But then the overdone "everybody has a drum" schtick even ruins that. "Hawaiian War Chant" provides some redemption, but not enough to change my sum total reaction to the film - meh!

As others have mentioned, the film was obviously marketed to teens. Unfortunately anyone who knows anything about Krupa, or the swing era, will likely find it annoying.

Always enjoy listening to the great talent of Gene Krupa along with Buddy Rich. This is a film dealing with Krupa's childhood which dealt with his becoming a Priest and then a world famous drummer in the 1940's. Sal Mineo, (Gene Krupa),"Rebel Without a Cause",'55, did a great job of trying to imitate Gene on the drums along with Susan Kohner,(Ethel Maguire),"Freud",'62, who was his girlfriend and loyal supporter through out this picture. This film portrays the good and bad times of Gene Krupa and most of his bad times were caused by a frustrating childhood and a great love of his mother and father, who both demanded too much from their son. Great Class film along with great musicians.

Sal Mineo was a real so-so actor. Apart from his fresh, young looks, sweet face, deep eyes and athletic build, he was not more than a third rate version of some James Dean or even Elvis, who was a mediocre actor, too. Here, Sal tries to take on life of great late drummer (my personal musical favorite in jazz) Gane Krupa. Did Sal succeed? Nay, he did not. Gene was an affable, lovable, open-hearted man of integrity and skill. Sal is OK but not deeply convincing. Instead, he looks more like a talented, but hapless, selfish, spoiled man of some unripe masculinity. One thing is great for sure - Sal really knew how to play them drums well. Yes, real Gene Krupa recorded all the drum parts for the movie, but Sal mimicked them all with such a thrilling precision and skill that I, as a drummer myself, was awed. The love line is nothing more than a very typical 50's Hollywood kitsch palette of clichés and banality. Well, one more great thing is an outstanding jazz soundtrack with all the greats included. The film could have become a bigger and better thing, but all is jammed and packed in 100 minutes and the aftertaste is somewhat sour and bitter. Gene deserved a better impersonator, in fact. And the movie a better script.

My first time hearing GK I was 8 years old. An old grade school friend of mine had a basic lounge kit and we would go to each other's houses after school and weekends. My buddy used to wear GK's records out! I was amazed. What this did for me was get more deeply into music and gained a real appreciation for it. I eventually went on to front a thrash band in the 80's and a Hardcore band until 2017. The movie brings back intense and moving memories for me. Mineo is fantastic at his mimicry. I'm also a sucker for Susan Oliver. I love her in anything but here she really shows her range as an actress. Also, Bobby Troup? Yes! THAT Bobby Troup from MASH and Emergency. I really dig rags to riches stories, particularly music ones. If you're a music fan and better yet, a fan of killer drummers, check this one out. RIP Niel Peart