In a Nutshell. Mini reviews of movies old and new. No fuss. No spoilers. And often no sleep.

Saturday, 25 October 2014

Xanadu (1980)

An artist dissatisfied with his rather good job throws caution and common sense to the wind when a woman who glows like a Ready Brek kid amorously assaults him in a public area. I'm not making this up. The mystery woman, who occasionally exists as a streak of light, is somehow drawn to the corny dialogue and piss-poor acting. If she had a résumé it would probably note that she likes roller-skates and enjoys fading in and out of corporeal existence.
Xanadu might well have been a fun idea on paper, but as a film it’s a train wreck, the colourful carriages of which were filled with fashion-crimes, surplus ELO albums and emergent dancers.

1 long lunch hour out of 5

2 comments:

cuckoo said...

:erm: At least it's another film to file under our very short list of "X"'s.

Dr Faustus said...

:rofldata: Dig deep to find that silver lining.

Amazingly, thanks to X-Men, it’s got more entries than poor old Q.