Movie Night: "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band"
and
Third Annual "Not Necessarily An Anti-Burning Man Party"


You are invited to enjoy a bad movie and good food this Saturday.
If you are in the city over Labor Day weekend, join us for fun and film!

Saturday, September 1, 2007
6pm – 11pm
Movie starts at 8pm
Location: Encounter Studio, Potrero Hill, San Francisco.
(Send a message to Dr. Yo for location details)

BYO whatever... we start the grill at 6:30

Please note: the Bay Bridge will be closed all weekend, but we would be happy to give you a ride from BART if you make arrangements with us in advance!

Yes, it's that time of the year again. The cafes are empty. Parking is plentiful. Most of the "cool people" are at Burning Man. So what shall we do to pass the time? Eat yummy barbeque, drink booze, and watch a hilariously bad movie on the big screen!



"Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band"
1978, 113 minutes
Director: Michael Schultz
Writer: Henry Edwards
Musical Director: George Martin
Starring: Peter Frampton and The Bee Gees

Dr. Yo says:

This is one of the funniest movies I have ever seen. It was meant to be campy fun, but unfortunately for those involved in the film, it turned out even more preposterous than intended. Watch and listen in rapt, amazed horror and delight as Peter Frampton and the Brothers Gibb butcher the best and worst of the Beatles' back catalog. George Martin must certainly have earned his place in hell for participating in this atrocity. His loss is our gain, as we now have the opportunity to laugh our heads off at schlocky disco interpretations of such songs as "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" and "I Want You (She's So Heavy)." The mind reels when contemplating the implications of "Strawberry Fields Forever" twisted into a 70's easy listening version, complete with sappy girly vocals courtesy of the utterly talentless Sandy Farina.

But wait, there's more! Not a single member of the cast is given the opportunity to leverage their talents to best advantage. George Burns and Steve Martin try to sing. Alice Cooper appears as a psychedelic cult leader. The members of Aerosmith don boy scout apparel and do their best to look menacing. And let's not forget the "story" -- clearly it's a half-assed attempt to force the lyrics of unrelated Beatles songs into a narrative framework. I won't spoil it for you, but imagine "Carry That Weight" re-envisioned as a funeral march.

All told, this movie stands out as one of the worst films ever made. A recent home screening kept me entertained for two solid hours, laughing with glee. Feel free to heckle the film, that's how it's best enjoyed.