
My Sweetie and I showed our daughter Cassady "Help!", the
Beatles' 2nd movie. We all enjoyed it immensely.
Most critics write this one off as inferior to their previous film "A Hard
Day's Night", also directed by Richard Lester.
I like 'em both, but "Help!" has a whole lot of personal significance for me.
I saw this flick at the drive-in when it came out, in 1965. I was eight.
The Beatles were the "boy band" of my generation. How lucky I am in
that respect!
Seeing "Help!" at that tender age turned me into a total
Beatlemaniac. I was influenced by absolutely everything about it -
the absurdism of the humor (it seems very Pythonesque now, but
it predated Python by several years.Lester had done some work with
the Goons, and I think they were probaby a big influence);

the quality of the music, because the songs had gotten noticeably more
amazing since their initial "yeah yeah yeah" phase;

Case in point: "You've Got To Hide Your Love Away"
Later on I found out the music had gotten so amazing partially because
they'd been smoking some illicit substances, or "having a larf" as they
put it.. I made a mental note to myself to have a larf myself as soon as
possible.
You can REALLY tell they're stoned in a lot of the movie. It's pretty funny.
I LOVED their cool-ass apartment and especially the pit Lennon slept in;

(Notice he's reading his own just-published "A Spaniard in the Works")

the scene in the recording studio really fascinated me. From then on, when I was secretly
pretending to be a Beatle (something I did several times a day), I no longer pictured myself
on the Ed Sullivan show, but in a recording studio.
I just loved everything about this movie, and still do. And now it makes me feel like
I'm EIGHT again, just a little bit, and that's pretty special.

I wonder where the statue of Kali is now. It would look great in my backyard.


