Do they make films like this these days? Aerosmith, Lurch from The Addams Family and end-of-the-pier pervert Frankie Howerd
mugging their way through The Beatles' 'Come Together'? What would be the modern iteration of this - U2, a CGI Mr Snuffleupagus and Jimmy Carr belting through through 'Champagne Supernova' (note to self: that actually sounds rather quite diverting)?
Our trawl through the flood-damaged basement that houses the ERH filing system - as well as our deepest, darkest cinematic peccadilloes - brings us to
Saturday Night Fever producer Robert Stigwood's flabbergasting Beatle-free 1978 rock opera
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
Starring Peter Frampton as the one and only Billy Shears, it's a motley grab-bag of re-recorded Beatles tunes strung together by turns from the The Bee Gees, Alice Cooper, Dame Edna, and peaks with an unglued version of 'Maxwell's Silver Hammer' delivered by a top-form Steve Martin in full-on Wild & Crazy Guy mode.
Click through for more walrus weirdness...
Photo Archive: Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
First, that Steve Martin wig-out...
And then...
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| Frampton Gums Alive! (Honk!) |
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| ERH hates joy too... |
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| You're only as young as you feel, George. |
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| Note Brad Pitt's weird uncle, right. |
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| Cooper, Howerd, Martin - All the greats! |
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| Set the controls for the heart of the sun, missus! |
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| Adios from Wolfman Jack |
And adios from us.
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