
This is another movie from my childhood that I remember watching and enjoying multiple times on HBO. What can I say? I was very young.
Watching it now for the first time in over 30 years, I can of course see it for what it is, a laughably bad movie. What surprised me was that it wasn't horrible for the reasons I thought it would be, but for entirely different ones.
I assumed that a movie made in 1978, the height of the Disco era, featuring the Bee Gees and Peter Frampton covering classic Beatles' songs that it would be the music that would be the worst thing about it. Actually, and Beatles purists can be damned, some of the songs are pretty good. Granted, quite a few of them are horrible and very dated, but others aren't bad at all.
Barry Gibb's "A Day in the Life" and Peter Frampton on "The Long and Winding Road" are probably the two best versions by the leads. Sandy Farina has a sweet enough voice on "Here Come's the Sun" and "Strawberry Fields Forever." Steve Martin does his best Wild and Crazy Guy version of "Maxwell's Silver Hammer". Aerosmith's version of "Come Together" is probably the most successful cover and even made the Top 40. Earth, Wind and Fire's version of "Got to Get You Into My life", while not one of my favorites, also sold well as a single. The soundtrack is helped enormously by the fact that it was produced by the Beatles' legendary producer, George Martin.
Some of the worst versions are George Burns performing "Fixing a Hole", Frankie Howard's "When I'm Sixty-Four" and Donald Pleasance (of all people) on "I Want You".
Patrick recently referred to 1927's The Jazz Singer as a "silent musical" and you could use the same expression to describe this movie. There is no dialogue, just the songs. George Burns provides narration, but none of the main characters ever actually speak. It's one of the script's many problems.
Frampton and the Bee Gees may not have been great actors and they may not have had American accents, but then neither did the Beatles and they made a couple of successful movies. The thing the Beatles did have--besides lots of musical talent--was personalities. Someone came up with, or it evolved naturally, that each member of the band had a distinctive trait. George was the quiet one, Ringo the funny one, Paul the cute one and John the sarcastic leader. Without dialogue, Frampton and the Bee Gees aren't given a chance to demonstrate anything like that. They're all singing, interchangable non-entities.
The plot is silly, but not much fun. Frampton and the Bee Gees play Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, a musical group from a small town who makes it big, but who must return to their hometown when some magical musical instruments are stolen from a local museum. They then have to track down the instruments and defeat the evil mastermind who stole them, played by Steven Tyler of Aerosmith. While it sounds like it could be ripe for some campy humor, only Steve Martin seems to be playing it as broadly as it needs to be played.
With such a lightweight plot and no dialogue, you also wouldn't expect a movie to last nearly 2 hours, but this one does. After the villain is defeated, it throws in a death and a suicide just to lighten the mood for awhile. Of course, not to worry, Billy Preston shows up as a supernatural coronet player just in time to use his magic powers to prevent the suicide and bring the dead character back to life. And that may have been the silliest sentence I've ever written in a movie review.
One odd and interesting note about the film is that at the movie's climax there is a reprise of the title track sung by an enormous group of celebrities of the day. They range wildly in fame and stature, and include Wolfman Jack, Carol Channing, Sha-na-na, Tina Turner, Keith Carradine, Peter Allen, Connie Stevens, Heart, Frankie Valli, Robert Palmer, Bonnie Raitt, Leif Garret and many, many others. It adds nothing to the movie, but it is a pop culture oddity to see so many familiar faces in one place.
At best, I'd hoped for some nostalgic enjoyment from watching this movie, but whatever enjoyment I once found in it is long gone. I'd also hoped that it might be so bad that I could enjoy the unintentional humor. Instead, it was just an awful movie with a few halfway decent cover versions of some great songs.


















