…While you're watching this thing or you will feel cheated out of x number of minutes. I was reading a book called BAD TV by Craig Nelson, which was printed in 1995 so unless he came out with an updated version of the book, it's out of print. In it he listed a number of movies, shown on TV as in a MST3K sort of way. He listed Cleopatra, Can't Stop The Music, The Conqueror, Frankenhooker, Reform School Girls, Flash Gordon and Chained For Life as some examples of the vary worst. But how could he have missed Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band? That movie will give you a case of the glassy-eyed dribbles. Where's the plot? Who told Peter Frampton he could act, let alone sing? Wasn't Steve Martin absolutely, horribly embarrassed by being in this thing? Was George Burns drunk? At least most movies have some entertainment value, but this movie doesn't even do that. It's one badly sung Beatles song after another, strung along together so that nobody has to talk in this thing and the lip-sincs to the songs are so awful, it's a movie that if you were listed as a gaffer, you'd want your name scrubbed off the credits. At the end of it, you go: "What the hell was that?" It makes Can't Stop The Music look like Wizard Of Oz.