Posted by at 12th June, 2009
Posted by at 12th June, 2009
Posted by at 12th June, 2009

At first glance, the 80s kitsch classic Xanadu certainly seems harmless. It opens with classic images of a frustrated artist – in this case, a graphic artist and draftsman, scribbling and crumpling up drawings of a mysterious woman. Surely, we say, this well-intentioned movie won’t go on to become one of the most gleefully bananas – and completely fabulous – movies of the decade? Surely there’s no way that musical luminaries Olivia Newton-John (fresh off her performance in the triumphant Grease) and living legend Gene Kelly would be caught dead or dancing in a movie where no less than the gods of Olympus get actively involved in the opening of a maverick roller disco in southern California?
But no, as we watch, the frustrated artist – future books-on-tape regular Michael Beck – throws some of his crumpled-up rejects out his window, where the wind carries them to a mural near the Santa Monica pier that depicts nine muslin-clad babes in tasteful airbrush. The crumpled-up bits of artistic frustration then activate the nine babes, who leap out of the mural in neon-bright, multicolored halos of light and kick off the movie’s first musical number – Electric Light Orchestra’s “I’m Alive” – a shower-singing, dance-in-the-privacy-of-your-home, uplifting winner of a song.
OK, stop. ELO? Am I really defending a movie whose soundtrack is the sole product of gooshy techno-trance-mavens ELO?
Yes. Yes, I am.