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behold the cheeeeese
Jan. 13th, 2007 01:19 pmSome of you know my deep and abiding love for Gene Kelly and all the other song-and-dance men of the 1940's Hollywood musicals.
And some of you know that I cannot resist the musical cheese.
Put them together? You have that masterpiece of cheese -- "Xanadu," playing at the local "Mimosas and Movies" theater this morning.
Of course we went.
Oh lord, the mock. The snark. The sing-alongs!*
For those of you who missed 1980 - Olivia Newton John is Terpsichore, the muse of dance. Michael Beck is the burned-out painter in need of inspiration. Gene Kelly is the former musician-turned-businessman with one last dream. Together, they open a club. With roller skates! And dance numbers! And totally implausible dialogue!
'Bad' does not convey the truly awful badness of this movie. Awful. Horrible. Painfully bad. Train wreck bad. But Gene Kelly was hot, man. And sexy. And man, could he dance. They don't make 'em like him any more (okay, maybe Hugh Jackman, but only just). Even standing still, Kelly had more grace and agility showing than most athletes do in motion. And even he couldn't save this movie (although he did his damndest for the paycheck)
(apparently, ON-J has much the same effect on males of a certain age, as well. Me, I don't see it.)
ETA: I should clarify that I have seen the movie before. I knew what I was getting...
*(the soundtrack is killer, even now. ELO was teh shit, man.)
And some of you know that I cannot resist the musical cheese.
Put them together? You have that masterpiece of cheese -- "Xanadu," playing at the local "Mimosas and Movies" theater this morning.
Of course we went.
Oh lord, the mock. The snark. The sing-alongs!*
For those of you who missed 1980 - Olivia Newton John is Terpsichore, the muse of dance. Michael Beck is the burned-out painter in need of inspiration. Gene Kelly is the former musician-turned-businessman with one last dream. Together, they open a club. With roller skates! And dance numbers! And totally implausible dialogue!
'Bad' does not convey the truly awful badness of this movie. Awful. Horrible. Painfully bad. Train wreck bad. But Gene Kelly was hot, man. And sexy. And man, could he dance. They don't make 'em like him any more (okay, maybe Hugh Jackman, but only just). Even standing still, Kelly had more grace and agility showing than most athletes do in motion. And even he couldn't save this movie (although he did his damndest for the paycheck)
(apparently, ON-J has much the same effect on males of a certain age, as well. Me, I don't see it.)
ETA: I should clarify that I have seen the movie before. I knew what I was getting...
*(the soundtrack is killer, even now. ELO was teh shit, man.)
