It unfortunate that a movie taking place in a record store in the 1970s is chalk full of the worst kind of shallow exploitive characters, not even with a bit of simple likability. A movie like this reinforces why record stores deserved to die out instead of finding the heart and community they encaptured. I guess we have to look to empire records instead. But this does have kinky friedman.
How could they have gone wrong with this?! A fun opening song that even at 6 mins still doesn't wear out its welcome. A jive talking tranquilivist doll with rapey tendencies and a piece of bacon for a tounge. But disappointingly it wasn't enough to save this movie from its excruciatingly frustrating pace that just brings on chronic fatigue.