OK I'm going to watch this and see how long it takes before I go "Oh holy shit no".

Apparently, Peter Frampton thought he'd get to meet/work with Paul McCartney if he did this movie. Maybe something got garbled over the phone and he misheard "BeeGees" as "Beatles" and "Donald Pleasence" as "Paul McCartney".

I have the novelization. The last ten or so pages are a listing of just about every famous band/musician at the time, who showed up for a big magic party at the end (I don't remember how this movie ends, exactly). Of course, the author loses track after a few paragraphs...I think ELO is on there like, three times.

Also, Paul Nicholas.

This is the only movie I cannot sit through. The only one.

Those five stars are for respect, plus fear.

I have to admire the BeeGees' restraint in not going crazy-falsetto.

I think a bunch of Hollywood executives did a lot of coke and decided to repeat the "success" of Tommy. How the fuck did they get the rights to the songs?

I was a big fan of this movie when I was 7.

Just think of how many cocaine fortunes were founded with this little acorn's assistance.

When asked for comment, each of the former Beatles said "Fuck you."

Even Ringo.

Also, some people say that at one point early on in their career, the Bee Gees didn't sound like the wussiest band on earth.
Their rendition of "A Little Help From My Friends" does not support this theory.