"Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band" (1978)
You’ve HEARD about how bad this movie is (honestly, it’s no worse than lots of other 70’s dreck), but you really need to see it to experience how truly bizarre it is. Everything about it has this disco/cocaine veneer, and just knowing we live in a world where corporate trainwrecks like this exist is a never-ending source of joy for me.
And Barry Gibb’s long, soft, feathered mane - it’s glorious! There’s one part where they’re in the studio cutting some vocals, and Barry kinda holds his headphones away from his head so as not to disturb his locks. So, so good.