Beach Party Summer: RIDE THE WILD SURF (1964)

ride the wild surf

This is the fifth entry in The Retro Set’s weekly summer series taking a look at beach party movies of yore from guest writer Danny Reid.

Ride the Wild Surf: Hunt for the Rad Tab-tober


“You’re a funny boy. One minute you’re shooting harpoons at someone and the next you’re very nice.”

Taking a break from the AIP Beach Party series momentarily, it’s important to contextualize this genre during the height of its popularity in the early 60s. By 1964, Gidget had already been to the beach twice. Elvis had introduced the world to Blue Hawaii. Frankie and Annette were almost halfway to the moon with not just the Beach Party series but spin-off comedies and popular albums that were racking up the dough. Surf music was at its apex in 1963-1964 as The Beach Boys, among others, captured the country’s imagination.

And the surfers themselves? Well, as much as some were actually doing the stunts, most were unhappy with the movies that portrayed their lives and times. While Ride the Wild Surf certainly didn’t portray surfers as three dimensional characters, it still took their culture and skill seriously and pushed past the usual California-bound surf footage with some of the world’s greatest surfers taking on the intense waves off the shores of Oahu.

Ride the wild sexy guys.
Ride the wild sexy guys.

The film stars teen-heartthrobs (who really weren’t teens at this point) Fabian, Tab Hunter, and Peter Brown as a trio of Malibu surfers who go to Hawaii to try their hands at the big waves that bless the shores every winter. Each almost immediately is paired up with an appropriate woman for their personality type. Brown’s uptight college boy gets a free spirit in Barbara Eden, beach bum Fabian meets blonde Shelley Fabares who encourages him to meet his potential, and Hunter finds a native daughter (played by the very white Susan Hart) and her controlling mom to whom he has to prove his goodness.

The characters are white bread, with the main male trio mostly defined by their languid desires. The villains, including James Mitchum playing a rival surfer named Eskimo, are similarly drawn from the primary color palate.

If you like Fabian butts, watch this film.
If you like Fabian butts, watch this film.

Where the movie stands apart is the surfing footage. Ride the Wild Surf was built around its spectacular surf footage rather than the other way around, with the crumbum plot merely killing time. While the footage isn’t up close and personal (you won’t be seeing things as digitally immersive as you may be used to) the surfing here still manages to impress; it feels raw and real. It’s obvious that while the filmmakers just wanted to role the dice on a more simplistic version of Where the Boys Are plot-wise, they still had a definite respect for the sport of surfing.

The movie is worth checking out for that much … and to laugh at the rest of it, of course.

Best & Worst Attributes

  • Best song – There are actually no musical performances in Ride the Wild Surf, except for a duet of a title tune over the end credits by the popular West Coast duo Jan and Dean. Funny story about that! According to Lisanti’s book I’ve been quoting from liberally during this whole process, Jan and Dean were the first recording group to hit the top of the charts with a surf rock song, appropriately enough entitled “Surf City.” (Co-written by The Beach Boys’ Brian Wilson, by the way.) Columbia thought that turning them into actors wouldn’t be too much of a stretch and some good publicity– at least until it was discovered that Dean had partially bankrolled the failed kidnapping of Frank Sinatra Jr. The song stayed in, but their parts in the movie were given to Hunter and Brown.
  • Most male cheesecake – Fabian repels shirts like he was covered in oil and shirts are water. Or something.
  • Somehow the most racist thing – While the Frankie and Annette movies avoid racial issues mostly by just having one (1) black person appear and usually that’s Stevie Wonder. Ride the World Surf takes the more-1960s tack by having a white girl play a half-Hawaiian. (Thank God that never happened again after this, right?) However it has to be Mr. Chin, a Chinese entrepreneur and fireworks enthusiast who talks in painfully broken English, that’s probably the most off-putting.


  • Most random thing – During their downtime, the surfers take turns shooting pineapples with a harpoon gun.
Night of the Pineapple Hunter. Junior.
Night of the Pineapple Hunter. Junior.
  • Person who hunts the best tabs – I’m going to have to give this to Peter Brown whose character offers to help Fabian with money at one point.
  • Worst hair coloring – A lot of actors got stuck in ‘musical hair colors’ either to match their surfing doubles or because of other actress’ choices. The loser here has to be Barbara Eden who gut stuck in a bad red haired dye job, making her ‘kooky, carefree’ character seem a little more crazy than intended.
Red hair and a hello bikini? We need to chat, girlfriend.
Red hair and a hello bikini? We need to chat, girlfriend.
  • And the moral of the story is… Some surfers have to grow up. Others need to learn to let loose. And even others need to move in with a girl they’ve been dating for a week and her crazy mom. It takes all kinds is what I’m saying.

Trivia & Links

I caught Ride the Wild Surf on late night TV in the early 1990s. I didn’t see it again until it was unexpectedly released on DVD about a decade later. To my delight, I found it as charming as the first time. It made me want to go out and taking surfing lessons. But, by the next day, I felt more practical and quenched my thirst for ocean waves by taking my wife to the Red Lobster for some tasty seafood.


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The film is available on Amazon. Here’s the trailer:

Next week: Beach Blanket Bingo (1965)

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Danny Reid lives outside Tokyo, Japan, with his lovely wife and two yappy dogs. He blogs bi-weekly at, a website dedicated to Hollywood films from 1930 to 1934.

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