bkoganbing The decade of disco, the 70s was ruled by the BeeGees especially after the release of Saturday Night Fever. So this film starring them with Peter Frampton should have been a slam dunk with the box office and the critics. It was neither and the critics really pounced on it.Post 1965 Beatles music formed the score of Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band and the film is essentially fantasy opera. Frampton is in the title role and the BeeGees were the other band members.No use to describing a plot, knitting the whole film together and giving it some structure is the voice of George Burns who utters the only speaking words in the film. I guess no one asked sugar throat Burns to sing.A bunch of guest artists are here and if you are into that decade's music as well as Lennon-McCartney you will enjoy the film no matter what the critics say. They weren't kind, but I don't think it was that bad.The kaleidoscopic colors of the decade's fashions really kind of overwhelm the viewer. That and the fact that Peter Frampton was the prettiest one in the film. Some of the scenes come close to soft core porn.But it's the music you want with a film like Sergeant Pepper so sit back and enjoy.

deborahbehan ...and i'd give it a 10 outta 10 if it wasn't so darn cheezie. but this movie is so personal to me on so many levels. i grew up in SoCal, Hollywood when this was made. i was there at the Hollywood screening, like in a small studio show room. and Earth Wind & Fire, like 8 people from the band, in the row in front of me...but Joe & Steve took my attention away. it was a fantastic evening. i don't even remember coming home...so, yes, this review is biased...but when you see a movie like this and you're 16yo...and you know Tower Records and where the bus stop across the street started a video phenom. it all rushes back to you with this movie. we aren't going to talk about the Beatles, because this movie doesn't do that album (not CD) justice. just watch this movie to revisit 70s Hollywood. the Riot House baby.

chepibeloco If you love The Beatles, their music, or the types of movies they made, please do not watch this. This sorry excuse for a film is a compilation of terrible renditions of Beatles songs performed by the Bee Gees with Peter Frampton (da fuh??)and imitates the quirky style of the Beatles films that you love. It follows the predictable story of a band plucked from obscurity that rockets to fame, and all their misadventures along the way, mostly focusing on retrieving the magical instruments of Sgt. Pepper that were stolen. The film is occasionally narrated by an old man who makes you wonder what John or Paul would say whenever he starts singing their songs.And what is this? Dr. Loomis from Halloween is a perverted old man who slips a roofie or a drugs or something into Framptons glass that is supposed to be funny, or something.For the most part you can follow what is going on in the story, but at times it's unclear what is going on, and why anyone agreed to do the things that the director asks them to do. For example, Alice Cooper drops his face into a cream pie after cheering for himself singing. Cool. Good job.Oh look, an unnecessary hot air balloon ride scene.The Bee Gees do a great job of looking like horny teenagers whenever they see a pair of legs that they can discern as female. With all the flowy hair and skinny jeans, it is quite remarkable if you can identify a man from a woman in this film. The only scenes worth watching are Steve Martin singing Maxwell's Silver Hammer as a crazy Doctor, and Aerosmith serenading a troop of pelvic thrusting boy scouts who apparently have kidnapped the on again off again love interest. Then Peter Frampton and Steven Tyler strangle each other while wearing very shiny spandex pants until Strawberry Fields pushes Tyler to his untimely demise. Then in shock for killing the one guy in the scene who deserved to live, she passes out and falls to her own electrically charged death.It's hard to tell if this film is trying to pay tribute to the Beatles and their work, or if maybe it's just a bunch of people tripping on Acid and singing Beatles songs. The Bee Gees are over the top and annoying as hell in each scene they're in. The Ringo character chews the scenery incessantly, and winks cheekily at the camera looking even more ridiculous than his counterparts.Oh cool, another unnecessary hot air balloon ride.Just when you think this movie couldn't ruin the Beatles for you any more, they go ahead and find a 70's vision of futuristic robots and have them sing She's Leaving Home in a flat, emotionless, robotic voice. Then mean Mr. Mustard, the villain(?) sings an operatic When I'm 64, and ties Strawberry Fields to the top of his creepy child molester van, and they briefly sing a duet.I stumbled on this film on Netflix. I considered it again and again, curious as to what it could possibly be about. After two years of putting off and putting off giving it a try, I finally in a moment of weakness said to myself, "It can't be THAT bad," and pressed play. What followed was worse than I could have possibly imagined, yet, I couldn't turn it off. There HAS to be a redeemable quality in this. People spent money on this movie to get it made. And possibly thousands of dollars just on keeping the Bee Gees hair feathered and flowy. That is a lot of hairspray, my friends. Then I saw it. That moment when you just know, THIS is why the movie was made! Barry Gibb puts a hand on each of his brother's knees, and looks them both in the eye while singing "I want to turn you on". Frampton immediately leaps from the top of a building to commit suicide. The Deuce Ex Machina shows up out of nowhere and uses his magical pointing finger to zap Frampton back to the precipice from whence he leapt, and does a funky rendition of "Get Back". He then proceeds to turn all the people on the street into priests and nuns, which, of course makes all kinds of sense. I mean, if I could go all Bruce Almighty, that's the first and most sensible thing to do. The film ends in the only way that this movie could possibly end, with a Bollywood song and dance with a bunch of random celebrities and has-beens singing and dancing their hearts out with the Bee Gees and Frampton marching in place in front of them. What has been seen, has been seen, and cannot be unseen.

Blueghost I really didn't get this film. When I first heard about it being in production, I thought there was going to be a Beatles reunion, and that we'd see the Beatles' dressed as per their Yellow Submarine cover, and with one of the title songs as the premier piece. But, no. Instead we got a pop/disco music group starring in lead roles? And doing Beatles' tunes? Huh?You know, I really don't have anything bad to say about this movie, nor too much good either. It was an amibtious project that was a mixture of pure genius and pure crap (and that's putting it politely). As for the stars, well, I'm not a fan of the Bee Gees, nor do I dislike their music. A few of their tunes are kind of catchy and worth listening to, contrary to the rock snobs out there, but this film just seems a little strange. The rest of the stars seemed to have been shoved in there purely for name recognition. It was an experiment that I think yielded unpredictable results (to put it in chemical-engineering speak).The theme here is about the boys down on the farm making it big in the big city, and all the corrupting forces that come along with it. The Bee Gees are the stars of the show, most notably with Peter Frampton coming in as a guest band member playing the lead in this musical operetta. Well shot, well staged, a lot of art and craft have gone into this. The story is basic, and the overall look and feel of the film is adult in nature, but also somewhat heart warming at the end. It's not really a film I would readily recommend, but it does have a certain charm to it. See it once, but put the kids to bed early.