Tommy Kirk's first movie after he was outed and fired by Disney was Village of the Giants (1965), which I saw at a kiddie matinee on my first date in October 1968.
A small town full of rednecks and inept police officers, the sort frequently overrun by giant ants or Commie body snatchers during the 1950s, gets a different sort of invasion: six hippies who play loud music and smart off to authority figures. Oddly, though the group is of mixed sexes, none of them seem to be heterosexually involved, and no one displays more than a passing interest in the ogling of the other sex: it’s boys on one side, girls on the other.
Meanwhile, nice teenager Mike (Tommy Kirk) spends about ten minutes demonstrating that he is heterosexual by kissing up a girl, but then he descends to the basement nightworld of her pint-sized brother Genius (Ronnie Howard, future star of Happy Days). Genius has invented a concoction called “goo,” which transforms dogs, birds, and people into giants.
After ridiculing the nice teens at a local hotspot, the hippies steal the goo, figuring that they can use it to create more mischief. They eat it and shoot up to thirty feet tall, in the process shredding their clothes.
The giant hippies conclude that the Revolution has come, the Establishment has been defeated, and youth are in charge of this brave new world. They don Roman-style togas that enhance the boys’ musculature, and celebrate by dancing semi-nude in slow motion in the town square.
So far, in spite of the beefcake, we have a heterosexist fable, like A Cold Day in the Park, in which establishment heterosexuals face off against the sexual ambiguity of the counterculture.
But when Genius develops an antidote to the goo, Mike dumps his girl to hook up with Horsey (Johnny Crawford of The Rifleman, left, looking jealous on a title card). They administer the antidote by catapulting Horsey directly onto the bosom of one of the giant girls.