It is the U.S. Vegas no less.
We are screwed.
Slee
You should have heard the recording before it was ‘sweetened’!
Oh, my Golly Gosh. Now, see, that’s why I have to avoid Karaoke. I empathized with the poor devil with the painful expression on his face. The “actress/singer” is a real woman, which is to say, not uncommonly beautiful nor pitch-friendly. It doesn’t matter in the film biz, though. The digital graphics people can make her prettier, and Marnie Nixon can do her singing. That tattered Baby Doll nightie will be replaced, or removed, digitally, I guess.
I wondered, are the “musicians” the same “musicians” who were once A Flock Of Seagulls ? I was instantly reminded of their vertigo-ridden video in the early days of MTV.
Why was she humping that giant shoe?
It had a giant tongue.
Stop that!
It scared the dog.
Okay, it scared me, too.
ok, this isn’t scary:
Why was the guy in the purple vest wanking an invisible giant cock?
I’m guessing these characters are self-consciously doing a sixty-story swan dive into the cement at the bottom of the celluloid pool, in an attempt to capitalize on the campy so-bad-it’s-good midnight-movie phenomenon. This is probably just a cheesy sci-fi/fantasy/musical/quasi-porn equivalent of The Room.
A Rocky said to Bullwinkle “That trick *never *works!” A genuine “so-bad-it’s-good” film has to be created by a someone with no talent trying to make the best film they can and failing horribly.
Reminds me of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AabYZ-Xiafk
Oh, This Loves Reality scene is good. And when I say “good”, I mean “sucks the sweaty balls of a man from the swarthy ethnic group of your choice, or, if you’re not racist, a large mammal.”
snerk