How bad a movie can you make for $14,000, $4000 of which you borrow from your wife? The answer is pretty bad, especially if you write, produce, direct, edit, and star in the movie yourself. For some reason this is the only film that Bamlet Lawrence Price, Jr., a former Army Air Force pilot, ever produced, the only film he ever directed, the only film he ever edited, and the only film he ever starred in. Perhaps it was because Price made this movie as his Master's thesis while he was a student at UCLA Film School. Or, perhaps it was because he had no talent. It was filmed in 1953 and released two years later.
I have no idea what happened to "Bam" (as he was known) after this, other than a string of broken marriages -- four of them, the first was to actress Anne Francis (Forbidden Planet, Bad Day at Black Rock, The Blackboard Jungle, television's Honey West); she was the one who loaned him the four grand. Bam's marriage toll was as follows: Anne Francis (1952-1956), Diane J. Coldwell (1958-1966), Margaret E. Richardson, (1973-1976), and Diana Joy Dubois (1981-1988). No, I have never heard of the last three either. The only other reference I could find about Bam was that famed songwriter Robert Sherman once confused him with Hollywood choreographer Marc Breaux in a photo because they looked somewhat similar.
About the film, also known as One Way Ticket to Hell, here's Steven Puchalski's take, from his book Slimetime: A Guide to Sleazy, Mindless Movies: "This is an obscure, anti-drug, anti-juvenile delinquent, anti-rebellion morality story, all told in not-so-glamorous Dragnet style narration...it's overwrought, paranoid, fear-mongering, and totally idiotic...basically, this is drug-paranoid propaganda at its bleakest and least entertaining, with grainy black and white photography, static direction...it just drones on for sixty or so minutes, and though the plot tries to be controversial and hard-hitting, the flick is actually so unsleazy that it never gets off the ground." Compared to this, Reefer Madness comes off as a big-budget, Oscar-worthy film.
Pretty Cassandra Leigh (Barbara Marx, no other credits on IMDb) gets mixed up with the wrong group in high school. They are delinquent bikers, and soon she is doing drugs, failing classes, and losing out on any chance of college. She marries Johnny Adams (Robert Norman, one role in an episode of Fireside Theatre in 1951, one episode of I Love Lucy in 1956 as an uncredited trumpet player in a band, and an unnamed character in the 1957 television movie Aladdin), her clueless high school sweetheart, but soon slides back into her old destructive habits. Bam plays Miguel "Cholo" Matinez, the biker who leads Cassandra astray. The film is narrated by Kurt Martell as police lieutenant David Jason; Martell was in four episodes of Dragnet (1953-1955), played himself in one episode of You Asked for It, and had uncredited roles in two films in 1952. Although Martell narrated the film as David Jason, he did not get to play the character on-screen -- that job fell to Robert A. Sherry, whose only other credit was an uncredited role in the previous year's The Bridges at Toko-Ri. In fact, none of the actors on-screen had any lines, none, nada, zip. This adds to the phony documentary feel of the film while also cutting down on expenses.
So, is a film this bad worth watching? You bet your exploitative boots it is! How can you pass up a gem like this?
Please note that the link brings you to a slightly shortened version of the film, but to make up for it, it includes the movie's trailer.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WI7twb_8xVA