I’ve finally filled another fundamental gap in my film viewing history – I’ve finally seen Spinal Tap.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen enough VH1 Countdown shows to already be familiar with all the funniest bits in Spinal Tap. I knew all about knobs that go up to 11, foil wrapped zucchinis and tiny Stonehenge. But it’s just not the same until you see the whole package.
I can’t decide if my favorite song is ‘Big Bottom’ or ‘Sex Farm.’ Hands down, Logan’s favorite was ‘Big Bottom’ – probably because of all the bass. But what does he know? He’s only 10 months old. ‘Listen to the Flower People’ is also a good tune – who are the Flower People anyway? And why should I listen to them?
Michael McKean is really a very talented singer and musician. He actually could have been successful as a Rock Singer. (Or as a folk singer.) He looked the best in spandex and also had the best hair. Hair is important in the rock world – more important than talent anyway. Just ask Winger.
Fran Drescher has not aged in the past 20+ years – she looks exactly the same. She was also just as annoying 20 years ago as she is today. Apparently, the fountain of youth and the fountain of suckiness are in close proximity. Mimes? Also suck. Even if the mime is Dana Carvey, who usually rules – mimes suck.
I was waiting the whole movie for an explanation of the cold sores that the whole band suffers from, but I never got it. So disappointing. I read that the herpes subplot is covered in deleted scenes on the DVD. That’s what I get for watching it on satellite – no herpes satisfaction.