On a dark screen an immense amber light appears and an electric
humming begins. The eerie light glows brighter and illuminates a
single huge number--11. We hear static and a large vertical band
of red floats mysteriously across the screen.
Pulling back slowly, we watch the glowing band traverse back and
forth over the amber light and past more numbers appearing--
70...90...110...130. And we begin to hear voices--strange songs,
fading conversations and snatches of music drifting with static.
Pulling back further, we realize it is a car radio filling the
screen and radio stations we're hearing, until the indicator
stops. There's a pause...and suddenly we are hit by a blasting-
out-of-the-past, Rocking and Rolling, turn-up-the-volume,
pounding Intro to a Vintage 1962 Golden Week-End Radio Show--back
when things were simpler and the music was better.
And now a wolf howl shatters through time as the legendary
Wolfman Jack hits the airwaves, his gravel voice shrieking and
growling while the music pumps and grinds...
Awwrigght, baay-haay-baay! I got a oldie for ya--gonna knock ya
right on de flowa--baay-haay-hee-baay!
The Wolfman howls like a soulful banshee as "Rock Around the
Clock" blasts forth.
A neon drive-in casts long shadows across a vast parking lot as
the sun drops behind a distant hill. A large neon sign buzzes in
the foreground...MEL'S DRIVE-IN, while in the background, "Rock
Around The Clock" blares from the radio of a beautiful decked and
channeled, white with red trim, tuck-and-rolled '58 Chevy Impala
that glides into the drive-in. Main titles appear over action.
Steve Bolander stops the elegant machine and gets out. He looks
around, then walks to the front of the car and leans against the
flame-covered hood. Steve is eighteen, good-looking in a
conservative, button-down, short-sleeved shirt. Most likely to
succeed, president of his graduating class. He looks around the
empty drive-in, then hears a funny little horn.
A Vespa scooter bumps into the lot. A young kid waves at him--and
suddenly grabs the handlebars again as the scooter nearly
topples. Terry Fields ("The Toad") maneuvers the scooter next to
Steve's Chevy but misjudges and ricochets off the trash can
before stopping. Terry grins sheepishly. He's seventeen, short
but plenty loud, both vocally and sartorically in his pink and
black shirt, levis, and white bucks. He looks slightly ridiculous
but always thinks he's projecting an air of supercool.
Steve watches Terry smooth back his shiny ducktail and primp his
waterfall to a perfect cascade over his forehead. He unbuttons
his shirt one more button and lowers his pants to look tough.
Terry walks over and leans against the flamed car, imitating
Steve who pays him no mind. In the background, we hear the
Wolfman howling with the music. The record ends and a barrage of
humor begins from Wolfman Jack. The Wolfman is an unseen
companion to all the kids. Witty and knowledgeable about the
trivia that counts, he's their best friend, confidant, and
Now, a grey, insect-like Citroen deux-chevaux putters into the
parking lot and stops on the other side of the lot. Steve and
Terry watch Curt Henderson get out.
Curt stands by his little car. He's seventeen, a curly
bespectacled, scraggly kid with a summer-grown moustache and a
paperback stuck in his bermuda shorts. Curt thinks of himself as
the town cynic. In reality, he's a hopeless romantic. He starts
over to his buddies.
Hey, whadaya say? Curt? Last night in town, you guys gonna have a
little bash before you leave?