That's a fun film, with Christopher Lee as the strip club proprietor!
Just found Alex Cox's introduction to the film when it was first shown on British television by the BBC in 1995 in their Forbidden Weekend (in a triple bill sandwiched between the premiere of The Night Porter and Performance - that was a memorable night!)
"It is decidedly a B picture , exploiting a variety of current concerns: prostitution, juvenile delinquency, beatniks, jazz music, French women and coffee bars. It has no plot but a lot of energy and invention. The staid architect hero - if he is the hero it is very hard to tell - has designed a model utopia called City 2000 which is to be surrounded by skyscraper sized giant concrete structures to deaden sound. In the coffee bar the hapless Pinky Ross is attempting to break the world long distance drumming record. Whenever Adam Faith bursts into song, his voice is amplified by an invisible mobile echo chamber and supported by an invisible rock and roll band. Almost every woman is a blonde, and the bicycle pumps have been working overtime in the wardrobe department.
Beat Girl is utterly stupid in fact, but also very entertaining and enjoyable. It is worth a dozen Legend Of The Falls or Nells because it is actually funny and has real verbal verve. Check out the plethora of fantastic 50s epigrams:
"Love? That's the gimmick that makes sex respectable."
"He sends me...over and out!"
"Next week - boom! - the world goes up in smoke and what's the score? Zero."
"You've gotta live for kicks, that's all you've got."
"Great, dad, great! Straight from the fridge. Way out!"
"Get out of here you jiving, dribbling scum!"
I suppose Beat Girl ran into trouble with the censors for two reasons: the JDs (juveline delinquents) and the strip club scenes. The JDs are by 90s standards incredibly wimpy, not a gun or knife among them and gang boss Adam Faith doesn't even allow drinking. Faith is pretty good actually, a better actor than most of the professionals and somewhat complex - he threatens to beat the Beat Girl up at one stage. When he is outnumbered by teddy boys, who smash his car and guitar, he declares:
"I don't fight, it's for squares."
Peter McEnery and Shirley Anne Field appear as members of his self pitying, tee-total gang. A waif-like Oliver Reed is in there dancing too. Most of the strip tease sequences are rubbish, bar one extraordinarily hot dance number here restored for the first time. If videotaping films off air were legal, the viewer would be well advised to stick a tape in the VCR if only to possess Dail Ambler's priceless dialogue and the one outstanding dance scene...it's straight from the fridge, dads! Way out!"
Of course I broke the law and recorded it!
And I love John Barry's title tune!