I really wanted to see it, though. I was all set to see it for my 12th birthday, but then my best friend’s parents found out it was rated PG, and wouldn’t let her come, so we saw something else. I don’t remember what it was, but it wasn’t the death of Michael Beck’s film career, and it wasn’t the death of Gene Kelly.
Oh, but the cheese. And that unfortunate hairdo they gave that one Muse — it looks like she’s got a dildo on her haid. And the roller skates. And did I mention the cheese?