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.

garybryant978 These reviews are fun to read. No this is not good cinema. It's poorly conceived and about as dumb as any film could be (and the 70s were a breeding ground for bad cinema).Still, like many who have commented here, it is a guilty pleasure and it is entertaining, if not intellectually stimulating.Yes, it's in the category of "so bad, it's good".It has a lot to do with trying to fit a very eclectic group of songs and try to make a plot out of it. Kind of like trying to fit into a pair of 501s that's a size 36, and you're John Goodman.Still, there was Aerosmith and "Come Together", Earth Wind and Fire and "Got to Get You Into My Life" and Steve Martin as Mr Maxwell.Not a total loss, but very nearly. Some Universal exec could have been executed for this, let alone fired.

cheryl-77 I was about 10 years old when it came out -- and a funny thing happens when you see a "bad" movie at an age when every movie is good -- you grow up liking it, even if it's more for the nostalgic memories! So this is a film that mesmerizes me, even in my 40s. First of all, the BeeGees were huge -- frickin HUGE! And it's fun to see them in all their 70s glory. I had no idea who Frampton was, just that he was cute. To this day I still listed to some of the soundtrack -- Earth Wind and Fire do a fabulous rendition of Got To Get You Into My Life. I like it better than the Beatles version. I also love "You Never Give Me Your Money" As far as the campiness, what's not to like? It's like getting together with friends, having a drink, and watching old Godzilla movies. Gotta smile! :)

dspear777 I don't know why this has such a low rating. Sure the story is silly, but that's the idea. It's simply FUN which were what the Beatles were all about. Look at the actual Beatle movies like "Help". Stupid plot, but fun. The music was well sung, especially "long and winding road". I also especially enjoyed Steve Martin's version of Maxwell's Silver Hammer. And that shot of the plane coming into the smog covered "City of Angels" was priceless. Of course, the final sequence of all sorts of people (Carol Channing, "dspear.usacom", Donavan, etc) was a copy of the original record album, with all sorts of people on the cover. This movie really characterized what the Beatles were about better than any other movie I've seen.