Where It's At

The extraordinary Rosemary Forsyth is the main reason to see this flick. Why she never became a bigger store may never be known. But she is exceptional and steals every scene she's in. Garson Kanin directed this piece of fluff and the cast is first rate, with Robert Drivas and Brenda Vaccaro especially memorable. A "9" out of "10."

Just re-saw this movie after thirty seven years. I was eleven years old and caught this flick on South Beach at the long gone Cinema Theater on Washington Avenue. In 1969, I thought Where it's At! was a very good movie. Now, however, after almost forty years, it's not as good as it was. Times have changed, and this movie is now a tired old re-hash of the war between the generations. It did however, catch a place in time which is just a memory. It's really interesting to see the mod fashions, the old Vegas, a slim Don Rickles, chain smoking, and a hip opening song. The acting was decent, the script somewhat out-dated, but the memories were still fresh. Where it's At, may not be where it's at for you, but for me, it was still a nice and entertaining trip down memory lane.

A hard-nosed casino owner wants to bring in his estranged son to learn the family business. He gets him - albeit reluctantly - to try it out, but soon gets more than he bargained for.

Strange late sixties film. It's listed as a comedy but it's not really funny. Maybe on some satiric level but even that is stretching it. It comes across more as a family drama with some unconventional elements thrown in. The main crux of the story involves the strained father-son relationship but the script throws in all kinds of subtexts pertinent to that time (e.g. love generation sensibilities versus the Dean Martin set) which only serve to convolute the whole thing.

David Janssen and Robert Drivas as the two male leads don't offer much depth to their roles and their characters are so different from each other its hard to believe they are father and son. Rosemary Forsyth and Brenda Vaccaro come off much better in support with the latter a standout as a flaky secretary. Don Rickles also has a nice cameo as a cheating card dealer.

Overall, "Where It's At" is more interesting as a historical curio which gives the viewer a rare glimpse of Vegas during that era. Especially well presented is Caesars Palace where most of the action takes place.

One other note about the film is that it frequently employs impressionistic style editing which may not be everyone's cup of tea. Viewed today it seems a little heavy handed and dated.

Whether the son was gay was settled by the middle of the film. His sexuality was of no importance to the movie. As to the statement that he did not consummate any relationship. I can only say he must have been watching a different movie.

One of the most fascinating things about the movie was that the shot of Caesar's Palace pool area showed a vast empty space space behind the hotel. Another is that all the main characters in the movie smoked quite a bit - it is a bit jarring to current sensibilities. Brenda Vacarro was great and was the best thing about the movie. David Jansen also did a good job. He played the part much as I would have thought Clark Gable would have played it. My main problem with the movie was that i thought the son was miscast. He was supposed to be an idealist but he seemed a bit slimy to me right from the start.

Whilst I would agree that Rosemary Forsyth is a great reason to watch this film, there are other points in favour of Where It's At. David Janssen plays a Type A casino owner who tries to bring his son (Robert Drivas, in a low key but effective performance) into the business. Shot on location at Las Vegas Caesar's Palace, this is a trip down memory lane for anyone who spent time in that city of sin back in the '70s. You'll see lots of big names in lights on marquees, but alas, Totie Fields is not amongst them. Anyhoo, the canny Drivas turns the tables on his father, leading to an unlikely though plausible family hug at the end of the picture.

Another interesting aspect of Drivas' character is the screenplay's refusal to commit on his sexuality. He's presented with willing female partners throughout the film (including the astonishing Edy Williams and cute as a button Brenda Vaccaro) but never consummates the relationship, and doubt is repeatedly cast on his manhood. I don't know if Drivas was gay, but the fact that he died of AIDS at the age of 48 lends a bittersweet piquancy to his performance here. All in all, an interesting film that will keep your attention.