Sing along Xanadu (Greenwald, 1980): Prince Charles Cinema, 8.30pm
Read this Time Out review:
'An experience so vacuous it's almost
frightening. Built around a threadbare Hollywood fairytale which has
Olivia Newton-John (on roller-skates) playing a muse despatched by Zeus to help
mortals realise their fantasies, it turns out in fact to be an
unashamed show-case for Livvy's multifarious 'talents'. Alas, as the
film grinds from one epic production routine to another, it becomes
painfully clear that she can't deliver a line (the script, full of
gnomic punchlines, is admittedly abysmal), hold a note (the Jeff
Lynne/John Farrar songs are lowest common denominator), or step a pas de
deux (despite the helping hand of Gene Kelly, who can still cut it on the dance floor). Not even Michael Beck, fresh out of The Warriors, can salvage the disaster.' Ian Birch
Now watch this extract and I defy you to tell me you don't want to go.
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