And we are. And the boys sit rapt.
The boys wanted something musical, and it’s definitely that. So, BEHOLD! the worst movie I include among a list of my favorites, and certainly the worst movie I own on DVD.
This was Jeff Lynne at the top of his musical form; it was Olivia Newton-John at her absolute white-hottest; it was Fee Waybill doing a cool rock ‘n’ roll fusion with a big band (who prompted the whole viewing tonight, when I saw “She’s a Beauty” on VH-1 Classic); it was a 20-minute musical extravaganza of old-fashioned roller skates and light-up floors to end the movie; it was like nothing before or since.
OK, yes, it was also cheesy as hell, and essentially plotless. I loved it in 1980, and I love it now. I always say I’m not going to crank the end, and then I always do anyway.
This would be one of my most embarrassing disclosures if I ever sought federal office, and I just freely admitted it. It’s liberating.