Also see H.G. Lewis Goreography
A bit of a bait-and-switch with the title. This is actually the story of a boy band’s sputtering blast-off toward stardom — a tale that’s every bit as relevant today as it was then. Boojie Baker (Dan Conway) is a dapper dandy who struts around twirling a cane, with a dingy blonde on his other arm, a babe who performs certain favors to assure business dealings go Boojie’s way. Though he’s actually more of a pimp, he fancies himself as a hot-shot talent promoter, and with the aid of his lady friends, he successfully cons a homely garage band into a less than financially lucrative contract. But Boojie’s steady stream of party girls keeps the boys of The Big Blast pacified for only so long before they start yammering for an actual paycheck. Trouble intensifies when the group heads into the studio and realizes they’re woefully unprepared to make it as real musicians. No matter how much pot they smoke. Sexual innuendo is pervasive, but the flick is ultimately chaste and lean on charm.
Notables: No breasts. Screaming groupies. Gratuitous scene with guy lighting cigar with money. Coffee to the face. One miniature train. Reefer madness.
Quotables: Fledgling musician faces the reality of professional life, "I think we’re at the point where money is more important than girls." Boojie looses his cool, "A kid with a TRIANGLE has a better sense of tempo than you!"
Time codes: The proposition and its curvaceous fringe benefits (10:26). Could it be?! It is! That’s Colonel Sanders! (26:15). Pitiful rendition of "Chopsticks" (1:06:20).