I always loved loved LOVED to have impromptu dance and singing get togethers on the street...it was a favorite way to pass the time.Occasionally a switchblade or a big comb would surface but the song and the dance always brought everyone together without fail.
You can still do that.Yeah, I spent the 50s shouting barely-veiled racist dog whistles from the pulpit, disguised as screeds against the evils of rock and/or roll.
The Fifties, like any other time, were not magical. Like any other time, there were many problems.
'A king-size bust' indeed! I was thinking that myself.
Her beat poetry should make Gil Scott-Heron nervous.
It also reminds me a bit of Lux's little preamble:
I went down another rabbit hole trying to find out whatever became of Phillipa Fallon after this movie, and found nothing but dead ends. There was an ongoing biography blog at https://phillipafallon.blogspot.com/ , but its creator seems to have vanished as well. He mentions that she passed away, but offers no details of when or how. But it sounds like her tomorrows were a king-sized drag.
The beat poem itself was written by Mel Welles, who played Mr. Mushnik in the original Little Shop of Horrors.