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It Came from the 70s …
(musical edition) by Diana Goodman | 1 2 3
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All this "plot" is told to us through wall-to-wall songs mostly from the Beatles' Abbey Road and Sgt. Pepper, two of the best albums ever. But none of the songs actually fit the action, so it seems like they're talking about something else. For example, if I were to abduct Peter Frampton's girlfriend, Strawberry Fields, asking her if she would still need me, would she still feed me when I'm 64 wouldn't really cross my mind. It's like the movie was assembled by people who had never heard a Beatles song in their lives, or read the lyrics, or could comprehend the English language. And were high. And have a compulsion to maliciously add disco beats to everything they get their hands on. And THEN, once the horror is over, they assemble an all-star group to sing the title track for the credits, which I personally guarantee to be the only time Tina Turner sang next to Carol Channing.

OK. Enough about how the movie makes no sense and sucks. The most important horror of all is not the fever-dream plot, or even the tragedy that John Lennon was still alive to witness this...let's talk about TIGHT LITTLE SATIN PANTS. That's right. Above all, this movie is two hours of the BeeGees and Peter Frampton (and his glorious body perm), in very, very tight little satin pants.	advertisement
Tighter than you can possibly imagine. You-can-tell-which-way-they're-hangin' tight. If this is what cinema was meant for, it should be stopped immediately and every theater burned to the ground.

The late '70s were a dark, dark time, children. A dark time.

Diana Goodman knows how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.

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