"It tries to be Jailhouse Rock, a shocking look at the sleazy underworld of pop stardom with a brash mix of music, moxie and melodrama. It's off the mark by about the width of Colonel Parker's goiter. The static cinematic scent of Z-grade director Ray Dennis Steckler is all over this go-go gag fest. And yet, Wild Guitar is incredibly entertaining. Aside from a weird triumvirate of failed comics who look and act like adult Dead End Kids crossed with syphilitic mental patients, the film is a quasi-professional, fascinating faux factoid about the latter days of the teenybopper rock and roll craze. Still, it does laughingly deteriorate into Hackabaloo every time Junior opens his flycatcher to chortle a crusty chantey. You wanted Elvis, you'd settle for a barking quail, but instead, you're stuck with the human peach pit."
- Judge Bill Gibron, DVD Verdict

"Wild Guitar was meant as a star vehicle for Junior to sing his silly songs, comb his hair, and woo the girl. But the film does have more going on than just that. Hall Sr. is great as the sleazy, manipulative mogul, and Steckler's turn as the droll, twitchy henchman is likewise memorable. The film also has a rather acidic bite to it, as it uncovers the subtle and not-so-subtle compromises one must deal with if you want to be a star. The film also boasts some deliriously strange musical numbers by Junior, including a stage-bound show stopper with a dancing Carolyn Brandt (Steckler's real-life wife) whirling around the crooning singer."
- Derek Hill, Images Journal

"Very funny super-cheapie wild youth movie"
- Joe Bob Briggs

"Clocking in at a scant 88 minutes, WILD GUITAR seems harmless enough until you realize that that's 88 minutes of your life spent with Arch Hall Jr. in full crooner mode. When Arch sings his plaintive love ballad "Vickie," time actually stops – proving Einstein's little known theory of the relativity of Arch Hall Jr. Now, on a three-dollar budget it seems pretty cruel to stoop to complain about acting skills, but I'm a jerk."
- Andrew Hershberger, Cinescape

"Since I know a guy whose step-brother once substituted for Color Me Badd's drummer, I think I'm uniquely qualified to comment on the veracity of what this film portrays the record business like. It's all true! Crooked promoters, dumb and earnest hicks, ugly henchmen, homely girlfriends that read their lines like it's the first time they've encountered the English language. That's just how it is!"
- MonsterHunter, http://monsterhunter.coldfusionvideo.com/WildGuitar.html

Compiled by Jeff Stafford