It's dull, the acting is stilted (though Knight and Moede are OK), and the production is threadbare, but this is still the most lucid and watchable of Coleman Francis' films. Jimmy Bryant and his band spark things up, too, and are really the best reason to watch. The often wildly inappropriate library cues are a hoot, too. Movie does make it clear that skydiving is not a very exciting spectator sport, though. Filmed at the long gone Quartz Hill Airport, north of Los Angeles, and now tract housing for dull people who probably never did anything as exciting as go skydiving.

Note: As Tom Servo points out, this is one of those "I can't pay you, but I'll put your names in the credits" deals, so it's impossible to identify most of the names. Many of the names appear to be pseudonyms, as well. I have made some educated guesses where I could find info about people. I have my doubts that the Jerry Mann in this film is the voice actor, based on age, but there is a strong resemblance. IMDB says the big blonde dancer at the party is pinup Julie Williams, but it clearly isn't her.