Like it says in the poster above, teenagers (debatable) zoom to supersize (decades before McDonald's) and terrorize (debatable) a town in this cheddar-filled film. After some go-go dancing during the credits, someone crashes a perfectly good Thunderbird into a telephone pole and dances in the mud because it's in the script and it's the '60s. Then Tommy Kirk appears, and a precocious Ron Howard pretends he's a scientist, and I wish I'd never started watching this movie. Then a cat eats a pink substance and grows to enormous size thanks to forced perspective, split screen and rear projection. Then someone says 'groovy' and someone else says 'nitty gritty', the Beau Brummels lip sync, and no one in a nightclub is concerned that there is a pair of gigantic ducks being held up by strings like marionettes. There's some avocado colored carpeting, lots of test tubes and beakers, bad acting, a terrible script, problems with scale, several hot rods, and someone rides a gigantic plastic woman's bosoms while clinging precariously to her homemade satin bikini top. It's just awful. I watched it on Netflix. Here's an inexplicable clip featuring a bewildered and giant-sized Beau Bridges whose unnervingly plastic legs have some meticulously applied hair:
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