I was a Freshman at Hofstra University when the production used our soundstage for some of it's scenes. I volunteered that summer to work on the film while Seniors were getting credit for it. Fred Carpenter's mother broke a glass in the kitchen during the bar scene and TOLD me to clean it up. I asked her who she was. In a melodramatic way, she literally raised her nose up and said, "I'm MRS. Carpenter." I rolled my eyes and walked away. (Sorry. I've always wanted to get that off my chest.) Lady, your son was making a really bad B movie. You hadn't "arrived." They didn't even credit me. Thank God. Dumbest film I've ever worked on.