Breaking news! I realize this is very last minute and only applies to our brethren in Northern California, but tonight Jesse Hawthorne Ficks is hosting a “Disco Extravaganza” at the gorgeous Castro Theater in SF. They’ll be showing prints of The Wiz, Staying Alive, and best of all, everyone’s favorite futuristic spiritual disco rock opera cult classic, The Apple.
Wait, what’s that you say? You’ve never seen The Apple before?
Mister Boogalow disapproves.
The Apple is a steaming Midas turd of a film baked in massive amounts of tin foil. It’s a glitter-encrusted, mylar-ensconced acid trip. It’s Jem and the Holograms’ flea market jamboree. It’s… it’s…. oh I have no idea what on earth these people were thinking, but the result is utter crackpot genius.
From my friend Douglas Wolk‘s blog review:
The Apple goes beyond so-bad-it’s-good to so-bad-it’s-a-luminous-masterpiece. It’s a disco-musical variation on the basic theme of Rocky Horror, if you can imagine Rocky Horror starring Fischerspooner and their entourage, as art-directed by Matthew Barney, recast as an allegorical representation of Messaianic Judaism, which seems to have been inspired by exploitation-flick producer Golan (as in Golan & Globus) getting a crate of several thousand triangular holographic glitter stickers that said “BIM” on them and figuring out how to make a movie that would let him use them all. There are… remarkable… production numbers. There are costumes from which my eyes are still recovering. Wow.
I repeat for emphasis. SEE THIS MOVIE. You will not regret it. That is, unless you have no sense of humor whatsoever. In which case, feel free to sit quietly in your beige living room under that precious Anne Geddes ladybug print, drinking rosehip tea with your pinkie extended as you watch Sarah, Plain and Tall for the fifteenth time.
Blessed be Castro Theater for bringing this rhinestone-studded Chick tract from planet Zardoz to a theater near me. And of course, it bears mentioning that the other two flicks are spectacularly gauche as well…