This picture enjoys a prominent seat in the pantheon of movies so terrible they actually turn out to be highly entertaining. I don’t even know where to start. The big idea of having the Bee Gees and Peter Frampton do a witless musical based on the Beatles’ music? The small details, such as the decision to have Donald Pleasance sing (sort of)? This fails on so many levels. And yet in so doing it succeeds as a charmingly embarrassing relic of a less cynical bygone age. Mildly amusing
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