William Hurt and Andie McDowell in "Michael."
Just to keep up with the John Travolta theme.
Although, I have to give props to the screenwriters - the story ain't all bad, and one of 'em used to work with my dad, so I recognized a lot of the tabloid in-jokes.
Pity the movie came out so awful.
And I've just discovered, thanks to my young lady's fondness for the late night cable, a movie made about the Village People starring Steve Gutenberg, Bruce Jenner and, of all people, Valerie Perrine.
Two key things: 1. the Village People are in costume the whole time. Even the Indian. People on the street just walk on by, as if Greenwich Village is filled with equally lovable eccentrics on every corner.
2. Bruce Jenner runs, twice - once during the "YMCA" scene, and once after Valerie Perrine when he realizes that he really loves her and shouldn't have broken up with her. He plays an uptight lawyer. Perrine is a promoter, and Gutenberg is, you guessed it, a songwriter.
The Leatherman, on the other hand, is a toll collector from the Bronx. |