The above quote is from the Broadway musical "A Chorus Line," and came to mind as I watched this piece of nostalgia from the '60s.
For baby boomers, Palm Springs Weekend is incredible fun; we get to see all of the TV stars we grew up with: Troy Donahue, Stefanie Powers, Robert Conrad, Connie Stevens, Jerry van Dyke, Ty Hardin, Billy Mumy, and old-timers Carole Cook, Andrew Duggan, and Jack Weston.
There's not what you'd call a plot, exactly. A bunch of kids descend on Palm Springs Weekend for fun in the sun and find romance. Soft-spoken, pretty Connie Stevens plays a young woman who takes up with a rich man's son (Robert Conrad); he turns out to have a quite a temper. All the while, she flirts with a cowboy (Ty Hardin, and I had forgotten how handsome he was). Cook runs the motel where everyone is staying; Mumy is her brat son; Duggan is the police chief of Palm Springs; and Powers is his daughter, who ends up involved with Donahue, a med student.
Donahue gets top billing and sings the theme song, sort of. He looks bloated here and overly made up, and definitely not as good as he looked in his earlier films. However, there was always something appealing about him and he always managed to hold his own. His stature and strong speaking voice helped. The humor, often provided by clownish Jerry van Duke, is obvious and geared to the teen set. Since it was made for the teens of the early '60s, the movie succeeds very well if not compared to something like Citizen Kane.
Palm Springs Weekend is sure a look back in time and a fun one, even if some of those college kids seemed a little long in the tooth.
