In a James Dean-Marlon Brando-like role, Parks returns to his hometown, searching for a purpose in life. Although he gets moral support from the understanding Margolin, he finds himself attracted to town tramp Ann-Margret, who feeds his self-pity. This is a beautifully produced film
(Metty's cinematography is breathtaking) that fails to create any interest in its protagonist's dilemma or the people that inhabit the town. The fault lies primarily with the casting of the stoic Parks, who the studio hoped would become a teen idol. His lack of personality severely handicaps this
film. Ann-Margret is hopelessly misdirected as the town whore, giving a cartoon impersonati...