Sunday, November 15, 2009

November 13, 2009

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (1978)
This is a great example of something being so incredibly ridiculous that it's awesome. Most professional reviews of this movie call it awful and terrible and a train wreck, etc, but I beg to differ. It has Peter Frampton and the Bee Gees (Peter Frampton looks like a girl by the way) playing the second generation titular band who must rescue their hometown's missing famous musical instruments that have been stolen while they were off recording albums in Hollywood. There is no talking save George Burns as the narrator - Mr. Kite - and a computer because everything else is told through Beatles songs. And the people who they cast to sing them! Steve Martin singing "Maxwell's Silver Hammer." Aerosmith singing "Come Together." Billy Preston plays God! How can that be bad? There are two things that are bad, though. I could have lived without seeing Peter Frampton wearing skintight silver vinyl pants and when one character dies, they're put into a glass coffin a la Snow White. Again, I say creepy!
My Netflix rating: 4 stars

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