...no, but now I feel like I need to. I didn't even know the Village People had a movie.
Insert witty and clever quip here. My page, as the database hates my handle.This movie is better (and worse for some who hate disco) than it has any right to be.
I came away from it thinking "Wow, manufactured pop crap from yesteryear's way better than the pop crap we have now, and I'm not even old enough to remember disco!" and "They made quality bad movies back then".
Hell Hasn't Earned My TearsI never used to understand people's hatred for disco (but, then, I grew up hearing it). Then my dad put on an all-disco satellite station that played lazy disco remakes of everything from 50s pop to the Star Wars theme, and it all suddenly made sense.
Disco is pretty awesome at its best, but horribly lazy at its worst. I still like it regardless, but it's a genre in which you must proceed with caution.
Like I said, though, I really need to check out that flick.
edited 10th Mar '13 2:43:44 PM by 0dd1
Insert witty and clever quip here. My page, as the database hates my handle.Ah, the Indian's crotch. Thank you movie, now I can scratch that off my bucket list.
I'm a skeptical squirrelI may have to check this movie out one of these days. I mainly know it as the movie that killed the career of the producer after he'd had such success with Grease.
I remember reading somewhere that only two of the Village People were gay. The rest were just cashing in on the image.
I watched this movie today and it made me realise that PG ratings used to get away with a lot more than they do now. PG rated my balls, this film has a shot with a whole bunch of muscled dudes in towels scrubbing themselves whilst a brief boob glimpse is beheld as a central female character "hangs out with all the boys".
I haven't seen this much coded prejudice against minorities in a campy dance fest since Breakin' and Breakin' 2 Electric Boogaloo. It's like they're trying to cram the subtext in the closet but the closet is full to bursting already, and their sad attempts to fit more clothes in just means the door is harder to close. Honestly I find the attempts to explain that these are just "quirky artists" hard to believe if a guy whose act is singing and dancing with juggling torches while dressed in gold go go shorts states that he's "flaming".
Not to mention the subplot where the main female character says "I didn't have to use my body to get what I wanted this time, yay!" begs so many questions. How many times DID she sleep with people to get something out of men?
Any of you guys ever see this movie? I rather liked it. Even if the closet was transparent.
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