The saying goes that no one starts out intending to make a
bad movie. This sounds fine in theory, but the reality is more in line with--no
one starts out intending to make a flop. Hollywood makes bad movies all the time. Sometimes willfully (looking at you, Adam Sandler, Kevin James, & Rob Schneider). They just care when their bad movies don't make money. Who's going to call the blatantly lousy (to me) Fast & Furious movies bad when they rake in so much at the boxoffice?
When boxoffice success becomes the defining standard by which a film is deemed good or bad, creative decisions are ultimately ruled by their marketability and moneymaking potential. And just as there is a subtle, yet significant, difference
between someone wanting to be a great actor vs. someone wanting to be a big star; a movie that starts out intending to be a good film is not (necessarily) coming from the same creative mindset as one that sets out to be the next blockbuster boxoffice
success.
Which brings us to Robert Stigwood's $18-million boondoggle, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts
Club Band.
Peter Frampton as Billy Shears |
Sir Barry Gibb as Mark Henderson |
Robin Gibb as Dave Henderson |
Maurice Gibb as Bob Henderson |
Dianne Steinberg as Lucy |
Sandy Farina as Strawberry Fields |
Donald Pleasence as B. D. "Big Deal" Hoffler ...or Brockhurst, if you go by the film's credits and bubble gum cards |
While it certainly could be argued that with Sgt Pepper, Stigwood was ahead of his
time in presenting what amounts to being the first jukebox musical (Abba's Mamma Mia! was a good two decades to
come), in this instance, the uniqueness of the film's structure proved
considerably less problematic than its execution.
George Burns as Mr. Kite |
Drench in a garish, cocaine-color-palette
reminiscent of a Sid & Marty Krofft kiddie show; blend in diluted, American
Bandstand-friendly arrangements of a catalog of 29 Beatles songs culled from their
most innovative albums: Sgt. Pepper's
Lonely Hearts Club Band, Rubber Soul,
Magical Mystery Tour, Revolver, Abbey Road. Ultimately mold into an inchoate fantasy adventure told
entirely in song; tack on superfluous narration so soporific it makes Don
Kirshner sound caffeinated by comparison, and voilĂ -- Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band: The Movie.
"A Splendid Time is Guaranteed for All!" This lyric from "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" was used as the film's promotional tagline and later came to bite the movie on the ass |
Set in the fictional town of Heartland, USA, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (hereafter
referred to as SPLHCB) is a musical fable about a wholesome boy band and their
magical musical instruments (regrettably, Freddy the Flute fails to make an
appearance). Conflict,
such as it is, is introduced in the form of an oily music producer named B. D. Hoffler (Donald Pleasence), who interrupts the band's bucolic braying long enough to whisk them off to Los Angeles, where they are to be corrupted by the temptations of sex, drugs, and wealth.
The group's departure allows an organization called F.V.B. (Future Villain Band, played by Aerosmith) to steal the magical musical instruments, which in turn hastens the decline of Heartland, now taken over by an overacting real estate agent named Mr. Mustard (gay British comic Frankie Howerd, who makes Tommy Steele and Zero Mostel look laid-back). The rest of the film is devoted to the Heartland boyband's efforts to retrieve the instruments and save their hometown.
The group's departure allows an organization called F.V.B. (Future Villain Band, played by Aerosmith) to steal the magical musical instruments, which in turn hastens the decline of Heartland, now taken over by an overacting real estate agent named Mr. Mustard (gay British comic Frankie Howerd, who makes Tommy Steele and Zero Mostel look laid-back). The rest of the film is devoted to the Heartland boyband's efforts to retrieve the instruments and save their hometown.
Paul Nicholas as Dougie Shears |
By way of a love interest and virginal heroine, we have newcomer Sanday Farina (a kind of bargain-basement Ronee Blakley with a lovely voice) as Strawberry Fields. For femme fatale contrast, there's newcomer and just-as-quickly newgoner Dianne Steinberg as Lucy, a sexy pop singer backed up by The Diamonds, portrayed that
'70s R&B trio you forgot to forget, Stargard (their 1976 hit "Wear it Out" is really pretty good).
British actor/singer Paul Nicholas adds to his growing screen resume of unscrupulous creeps playing one of Pepperland's few rotten apples. Iconic "fifth Beatle" Billy Preston, cast as a magical weather vane, is saddled with what can safely be described as the apotheosis of the Magical Negro trope. And last but not least, we have a pair of curvaceous female robots called The Computerettes (yep, you read that right) aiding and abetting Mr. Mustard and sundry "guest villains."
British actor/singer Paul Nicholas adds to his growing screen resume of unscrupulous creeps playing one of Pepperland's few rotten apples. Iconic "fifth Beatle" Billy Preston, cast as a magical weather vane, is saddled with what can safely be described as the apotheosis of the Magical Negro trope. And last but not least, we have a pair of curvaceous female robots called The Computerettes (yep, you read that right) aiding and abetting Mr. Mustard and sundry "guest villains."
Even by '70s standards, this was some weird-ass shit.
But, as Ken Russell spectacularly proved in bringing The Who's
equally bonkers Tommy (1975) to the screen,
a hallucinatory rock-opera with no spoken dialogue and a preposterous plot can
be made to work. Provided it's done with some talent and ingenuity. Alas, with
SPLHCB, little of either is in evidence.
Frankie Howerd as Mean Mr. Mustard |
The emblem of fictional record magnate B.D. Hoffler (r.) spoofs the logo of the Robert Stigwood Organization (which is a good luck Japanese toy cow called an akabeko) |
I have a hunch that Stigwood had the same kind of micromanaging hand in this film's production as Allan Carr had on the similarly calamitous Can't Stop the Music two years later (you don't hand over a $20m-million production to Rhoda's mother because she's experienced, you do it so you can control her). I say this because SPLHCB is so undistinguished in execution and so indifferently shot, I'm at a severe loss as to know what talented director Michael Schultz (Cooley High, Car Wash) brought to the mix. The film looks like a Kaptain Kool & the Kongs TV special.
Steve Martin as Dr. Maxwell Edison |
THE STUFF OF DREAMS
In fashioning a musical with no spoken dialogue but extensive, expository voice-over narration, SPLHCB is an unhappy-alliance hybrid. A combination of sung-through
musicals like Evita, Hamilton, The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, and Jesus
Christ Superstar, and jukebox musicals like Mamma Mia! (ABBA), The Boy
From Oz (Peter Allen), and—ironically enough—the 1998 stage production of Saturday Night Fever, which combined songs
from the Bee Gees music catalog with songs from the film's soundtrack.
Earth, Wind & Fire had a #1 Soul Charts hit with their version of "Got to Get You Into My Life" |
The stringing together of unconnected Beatles songs to form
a narrative is a dicey endeavor at best (something accomplished with considerable
charm in the 1968 animated feature film Yellow
Submarine). But to attempt to do so without expressive actors able to
convey complex emotions (Ann-Margret and Oliver Reed in Tommy) or forceful musical personalities who grow more vividly "present"
and alive in performance mode (Michael Jackson and Mick Jagger come to mind) is
a fool's errand. Indeed, one that music journalist turned first-time
screenwriter Henry Edwards could not overcome in fashioning the screenplay/story for
SPLHCB.
The classic, Candide-like structure of The Who's Tommy was ideally suited to Roger Daltrey's blank-slate countenance, presenting him as a relatable everyman beset by harrowing encounters with bizarre characters on his journey to spiritual enlightenment. Unfortunately, SPLHCB takes a plot straight out of an episode of The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle (replace the stolen Sgt. Pepper instruments with a Mooseberry bush) but gives us heroes too bland to identify with, a low-stakes adventure that's hard to care about, and villains who shoot for outrageous and funny, only to land at embarrassing and hammy.
Alice Cooper as Father Sun, nee Marvin Sunk |
This leaves all the film's heavy-lifting to the Beatles
tunes themselves, which are a pretty fantastic lot, and generally well-performed...if not memorably. George Martin, producer of all but one of the Beatles' original
records, was the film's musical director, but this didn't prevent the release of the double LP soundtrack album (arguably the only reason the film was made at all) from being a colossal flop. Copies of the soundtrack were found in remainder bins almost before the summer was over.
PERFORMANCES
Anyone who's ever seen the Gibb brothers together on
a TV talk show knows how self-deprecating and engagingly funny they can be. On one
such program, when asked to come up with Spice Girl-type names for themselves,
they answered: Beardy Bee Gee, Teethy Bee Gee, and Baldy Bee Gee. They came across as relaxed, quick to laugh, and highly likable. Alas, none of these qualities are in evidence in SPLHCB. Uncomfortable and self-conscious, the constriction of their too-tight costuming seems to transfer to their performances. Granted, none of them are really given characters to play,
but Schultz never finds a way to bring out the brothers' natural charm and relaxed rapport.
Even their vocal performances sound hemmed-in.
Positively Ripping Gibb is bustin' out all over in this shot reminding us that wearing those form-fitting disco shirts of the '70s (fine for dancing The Hustle) came at a risk |
Frampton mostly looks uncomfortable and seems like he wishes Andy Gibb would step in at any moment and take his place. (He
never really recovers from how he's introduced in the film: wearing a pink
shirt under stark-white, tapered overalls embroidered with a big red flower
and the name "Billy"…he looks like the world's tallest, lankiest toddler.) But, of course, I do love the scene where he's supposed to be distraught, and tears stream
down his face from his temples and forehead.
Dianne Steinberg and Paul Nicholas make a fun pair of double-crossers. Too bad the over-busy script never allows their villainy to take root. |
WHAT I LOVE ABOUT THIS FILM
As much as it pains me to admit it, there was a time I
really loved this movie (I still do, but I'm speaking of a time when I actually
enjoyed it unironically). In my defense, SPLHCB was released a mere four weeks
after I'd moved to LA, and I was still heady with the degree of hoopla Tinseltown could unleash when promoting a movie. The publicity push for SPLHCB was enormous,
and it was hard not to get swept up in the circus-like atmosphere. In the summer of 1978, disco was king, the Bee
Gees were riding high on the phenomenon of Saturday Night Fever (it had opened a mere six months earlier),
Frampton was all over the radio, and Steve Martin was THE up-and-coming comic
sensation.
I saw the film the day it opened at the Pacific Theater on
Hollywood Boulevard. Thinking back, it's remarkable to think I had to stand in line to get in. The hyped-up audience was really in the spirit and they laughed loudly and readily. Applause even broke out when Billy Preston made his appearance.
Billy Preston as Sergeant Pepper (the weather vane, anyway) |
Steven Tyler and Aerosmith as Future Villain Band |
Careers and reputations were decimated by the film's flop reception, but by all accounts the cocaine flowed freely, so at least I hope everyone involved enjoyed a splendid time. |
BONUS MATERIAL
Filmmaker Michael Schultz was Robert Stigwood's first choice to direct the film Grease. When hired for Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, Schultz became the first African-American to helm a big-budget musical. Unfortunately, his feature film career took a hit when SPLHCB flopped so tremendously, taking several other careers with it). But Schulz continues to work steadily in television and, in 1991, was inducted into The Black Filmmakers Hall of Fame.
One of two prop trumpets created for the film by Dominic Calicchio is housed at the National Music Museum in Vermillion, SD. An eBay auction purchase donated by Allan R Jones. (Image: SFTrips.com) |
The solo albums by Dianne Steinberg (1977) and Sandy Farina (1980) failed to cause much of a ripple in the music industry |
Standing 6'3" and made of plaster over a fiberglass frame, the Sgt. Pepper weather vane was sold at auction for $1,265 in 2012. |
Copyright © Ken Anderson 2009 - 2019
Oh my gosh... I have been dying to (threatening to) profile this movie for years and never got around to it. There's no reason to now! Your spot-on assessment and HILARIOUS references render any further attempts moot. You even captured one of my favorite moments of lunacy (when the boys are taking Farina's coffin down the steps as the soundtrack blares, "you're gonna carry that weight..."!!) I couldn't help cackling at the Sid and Marty Krofft and variety show comparisons.
ReplyDeleteI was eleven when this came out and didn't see it. In fact, I was in my mid-30s before ever seeing it!! My jaw, needless to say, hit the floor. I picked up the DVD later and a friend of mine and I BROKE my DVD player from repeatedly watching the finale in super-slow motion, trying to pick out and name each star as they went through the ridiculous posturing and "choreography." I still scream with laughter over the enthusiasm that Helen Reddy was demonstrating (and there is, of course, our recently deceased Carol Channing in there swinging, too!) As an example of how lackadaisical the whole thing was, I was told by Margaret Whiting's daughter Debbi that her mother was in L.A. shopping with a friend when someone casually asked her if she'd like to be in the finale of SPLHCB and she was basically like, "Okay, what the hell..." but then after standing there for take after take lip-synching to the prerecorded number she grew bored and wandered off! LOLOL
I was too young to know or appreciate The Beatles in their years together as a band, though I can appreciate their legendary place in music history, so The Bee Gees' take on their songs never bothered me the way it did many others. I think their harmony is so wonderful it actually takes some of the music to a new level. I was never too hot on the other "vocalists" in the movie like George Burns, Steve Martin, those hideous robots and even Alice Cooper, but I do agree that Earth, Wind & Fire, Aerosmith and even Ms. Farina acquitted themselves well.
Thanks for the hooty take on this crazed film.
I’ve been wanting to write about it for a long time, too. Once it came out in Blu-ray (who’d a thunk it?) I couldn’t resist.
DeleteHowever, my piece on it just scrapes the cocaine-dusted surface of all the nuttiness this film contains. And we share a fondness for that misguided musical cue accompanying Strawberry’s burial party! When I watched the film with my sister she cracked up when the pall bearers began walking down the steep stairs of the bandstand. Poor Strawberry is practically on her head at this point and my sister imagined her corpse sliding grotesquely forward in the glass coffin.
Much like with Xanadu and Can’t Stop the Music, Sgt. Pepper seems to play pretty well with little kids today. These films are a vision of a crazier, unfamiliar world.
I laugh at the idea of your breaking your DVD player replaying that Heartland finale! What an atrociously edited bit that is! They gather all those wildly divergent “stars” and then the camera swoops around like it’s been strapped to a frisbee. The camera lingers far too long on some folks (Connie Stevens, Tina Turner, Carol Channing, and the way too into it Helen Reddy) and those on the end get little to no coverage. Then someone puts the 7-foot-tall actor who played Mr. Mustard’s henchman in front of some poor lost folks in the last row. Your Margaret Whiting story confirms everyone’s suspicions: they simply asked anyone who was free that day.
Also, isn’t that the worst rendition of Sgt. Pepper to have some of these rock greats sing to? They sound like those nondescript singers who used to accompany those nightmarish Ice Vanities sequences on The Donny & Marie Show.
By the way, thanks for reminding me that, independent of their not having much onscreen pizazz, The Bee Gees did have lovely harmony.
Thanks, Poseidon! And by the way, the tribute to Carol Channing on your site was really wonderful.
When I was a teenager and starting to get an obsession with watching really bad movies, I tried a couple times to watch this all the way, failing both times. The furthest I got was Sandy Farina's embarrassingly literal performance of "Strawberry Fields Forever."
ReplyDeleteIt has always amused me that Olivia Newton-John turned down both this film and later, CAN'T STOP THE MUSIC to eventually star in XANADU. Talk about a real lose-lose situation! All roads lead to shit. (However, I do share your affection for XANADU, so yeah.)
Great write-up, as always.
P.S. What did you think of ACROSS THE UNIVERSE? I remember really enjoying that one when I saw it on DVD at the time it came out, but I haven't watched it since.
P.P.S. This podcast I used to listen to talked about this film in one of their episodes (in the same episode, they also talked about CAN'T STOP THE MUSIC and SKATETOWN, U.S.A., so you can imagine what kind of movie podcast it was, sort of) and they made a small critical error in their talk-up, but it has me convinced: if I ever get my hands on the RICK AND MORTY portal gun, I want to go to an alternate timeline where a version of this movie exists featuring 82-year-old George Burns singing "When I'm Sixty-Four."
Hi Joel
ReplyDeleteSeems there comes a point in the life of every bad film aficionado where they have to decide what makes a film so awful you can’t stop watching it vs. what makes a film so awful you can’t get through it (I’m facing that now with the 1977 disaster movie “Tentacles” …I stopped watching it hallway and don’t yet know if I care to resume).
After the success of Grease, it IS a shame that Olivia Newton John was in demand, but was offered only a Grinch-like assortment of three films to choose from (stink, stank, stunk). I’m sure it made sense that she accepted the film which provided her with the least-subordinate role, but that also meant she had to carry the film (and face the critical brickbats) on her own. I’ve never seen the film ACROSS THE UNIVERSE, maybe it’s worth a look?
And re: the podcast, you mean the speakers made the mistake and said it was George Burns who sang “When I’m Sixty-Four”? HA! I’m with you…it actually would have been a riotously funny (and too witty for this film) to hand the famously ancient actor the song. A cleverer director could have done something very wry with it.
(By the way, I had to Google "Rick & Morty"... how did I not ever hear of this show?)
Joel, I’m happy you liked the piece and I’m grateful for your taking the time to read and comment. From one Xanadu fan to another.
Ken!! You have perfectly captured the strange appeal of this movie which has always been a guilty pleasure. So splashy and messy and all over the place visually, have to give props to a lot of the musical numbers...there really were some great Beatles covers in there by Frampton, Billy Preston, Earth Wind and Fire, Aerosmith and of course the harmonic perfection of The Bee Gees. Barry was so fine!!!
ReplyDeleteYou are right, this mess of a movie doesn’t hold a candle to a filmic and musical masterpiece like Ken Russell’s Tommy, but it is engaging in a goofy way. I even liked farina and Steinberg, though no one ever heard from them again.
I didn’t seek it out, but the minute I saw this dvd in the bargain bin years ago, I snapped it up lickety split and have forced multiple people to watch it with me. I have seen this one even more times than Xanadu...and that is saying something.
Your eclectic taste in film and the wonderful way you write about it gives us LIFE, Ken Anderson! Happy new year!!
- Chris
Hi Chris
DeleteI guess we all should embrace the bad movies we love, but SGT. PEPPER really does qualify as a guilty pleasure. It’s a movie whose appeal for me is positively baffling. I thought I had tucked it away as one of those movies I liked in my younger days, never needing to be revisited. Then the Blu-ray came out and I fell for its kitschy charm all over again.
Like you, I thought hairy Bee Gee was attractive (my sister’s name for Barry Gibb), but I might have been swayed by that blow-dry hair sculpture on his head. I also see eye to eye with your fondness for Steinberg and Farina, they have good voices and really aren’t bad in my book, even though some society saw fit to nominate Steinberg for a worst supporting actress award at the time.
I’m impressed you’ve seen this film more times than XANADU! If you tell me you’ve seen ROLLER BOOGIE more times than XANADU, I may have to stage an intervention.
Thank you for reading this and commenting, Chris. That our tastes so often intersect perhaps helps to convince other readers I’m not really as “out there” as my eclectic choices of movies may suggest. Happy New Year to you, too!
"(Billy Preston as the apotheosis of the Magical Negro trope)" made me spit-take. That's how I'm always going to think of him in this role now.
ReplyDeleteIt's so great to read your take on this. SPLHCB came out when I was 12 and hopelessly infatuated with Baldy Bee Gee (Maurice). Thus I can't really separate my perceptions today from those I had as a kid, apart from now being able to both recognize AND appreciate what utter dreck it was on so many levels. Apart from a few obvious clunkers, I still like the music a lot, in some cases just as much as the Beatles originals (though this film introduced me to a lot of their catalog because my brother only had the two blue and red compilation albums). In some cases, like "Oh! Darling," I like the remake better than the original! Ditto re: Earth, Wind and Fire (who I already was fangirling over there in the late 70's). I remember wishing they had done more than one song.
I only know Paul Nicholas a little bit--remember "Heaven on the Seventh Floor"?--but this last time I rewatched SPLHCB a few years ago, I was struck by how good he was in this. A fine performer who made the best of the lousy material he was handed. However, I can only plead no perspective when it comes to the Brothers Gibb: they made me giggle and sigh over Maurice, then and now.
You may be amused to learn that I was scared of Steven Tyler and Alice Cooper in this film. Hey, I was just a kid...
Thanks as always for your trademark witty and insightful commentary. I do apologize that it's taken me seven months to finally respond!
Hi Liliana
DeleteSo fun reading about your fondness for SPLHCB as a young'n'. I would imagine a movie like this would be quite perfect for a 12-year-old, and I can understand the the crushes, the fear of Alice Cooper (scary at any age) and Steven Tyler (a baddie, but also threateningly sexy...for a pre-teen, anyway), and the way the music has endured for you. A former client of mine saw this when she was a little girl and it became her #1 favorite film--inspiring her to start a SPLHCB movie tribute website.
But I find your enduring infatuation with Bee Gee Maurice is very sweet.
I agree with you that some of the songs hold up, and in some instances, are better than the original.
I do remember Paul Nicholas' "Heaven on the 7th Floor" ( even had that album) and knew him as the pop singer before I ever saw him in Ken Russell's TOMMY and LISZTOMANIA. He IS pretty good here.
Though it's hard to find a copy, if it ever shows up on TV, I'd recommend you watch him in the 1972 suspense thriller "What Became of Jack and Jill?"
The nicest takeaway from your comment is that the appeal the Brothers Gibb has for you hasn't really waned over the years, and that the film has staying power as far as lifelong crushed go.
Pleased you enjoyed the post, and I'm grateful to receive a comment post from you anytime! Thank you!
Okay....you got me to pull out my dvd of this one for a revisit. I didn't see it for the first time until the early 2000s, and I have very fond memories of a close friend of mine getting me really stoned to watch. The film itself is a bit of a slog due to it's two hour runtime, but that ending reprise with all of the random celebrities is worth the price of admission. During that first viewing I was laughing so hard I couldn't keep my eyes open...and every time they did reopen, I'd see another ridiculous face and my laughing fit got worse! Dame Edna put me over the edge of no return.
ReplyDeleteThe film strikes me as one I would have rewatched a lot if it had caught it on cable in the early 80s as a pre-teen. As an adult I can see why I haven't watched it more. On this last viewing I was taken with how much pot smoking there is going on for a "family-friendly" film aimed primarily at teenagers. Oh, the 70's. And speaking of that decade and it's fondness for tight fitting clothes (as you pointed out), I was amused at the final freeze frame when the four leads all raise their arms, which also raises their marching band style coats, revealing the bulges in their shiny mylar-esque pants....which are all noticeable even from the large distance with the sun reflecting off of each of them. If it was a closer shot your pal Poseidon would probably include it in one of his bulge-centric posts.
When the PG rating came on the screen before it started, stating "some material may not be suitable for children", all I could think was "some material may ONLY be suitable for children."
It sounds as though you got more enjoyment out of SGT PEPPER than a lot of audiences in 1978. (I can't believe I've never seen a movie high before. I grew up in the era that invented it!)
ReplyDeleteLike XANADU, SGT PEPPER is one of those movies that plays better if you see it as a child or pre-teen. As an adult, you're assaulted by much of what you refer to (the pot smoking, the uncomfortably tight clothes, the camp elements) and its solid-state '70s-ness becomes all the film is about.
I'm with you in finding that final Pepperland sing-along among the most fun parts of the film. Very frustratingly edited (so many folks on the peripheries and top tiers fail to get any camera time, others get far too much) I wish they had included a featurette on the filming of that scene. From what little I've read, being high played a significant role in pulling the whole event off.
But your final paragraph is perfection in summing up the teeter-totter charms of this disco-era meets the Fab Four curio.
Thank you very much for your delightful contribution to this comments section.
Ha ha! It took ME three viewing to realize what a piece of crap it was. I even had the soundtrack album. But when I got the original 'Sgt. Pepper and Abbey Road albums, I never listened to it again. I threw it out.
ReplyDeleteOne of the worst movies ever, indeed, but it's the best movie to ever feature Alice Cooper dunking his face in a pie - TWICE! :-D And those ballerina mimes in the circus parade are SO hot! ;-)
Funny you should a picture of the Sunset Strip Tower Records store with pictures of the Kiss solo albums in the window - that was the OTHER big rock disaster of 1978.
If you go to my blog at stevenmaginnis.blogspot.com and search "Sgt. Pepper movie" (sorted by relevance), you'll find plenty of posts on this topic. I've written about the film as a way of exorcising the demons that came from having seen it.
You at least saw it at the appropriate age! And I'd forgotten about the 1978 KISS-Hanna Barbera collaboration. Yikes.
DeleteI still find SPLHCB to be a film I can watch every now and then, but it really requires friends to watch with and poke fun at, and it calls out for the MST3K treatment. I look forward to checking out your blog, not many places have devoted much space to SGT PEPPER! Thanks for reading and commenting.
Your observation that the film has a real Sid and Marty Krofft vibe might explain a few things. I was a bit shy of 8 when this film came out and liked it in that wholehearted way kids will like weird things... and let's face it, things like the Krofft Supershow and The Hudson Brothers Razzle Dazzle Hour were undoubtedly part of my childhood media diet (though I'll be damned if I can actually remember anything about them!)
ReplyDeleteThose Krofft variety shows! Catching glimpses of them on YouTube is like a look into the mind of Timothy Leary crossed with Salvador Dali.
DeleteOver the years I've met several people who first saw this when they were children and wholly unfamiliar with the music of The Beatles. My sense is that the film plays perfectly to that demographic. As you say, it has the right amount of "weird."