
A million lights are dancing and there you are… A shooting turd out of Hollywood’s hairy ass.
In 1980, rollerskating and Grease fucked each other, and, thanks to cocaine causing neither to use appropriate protection and the VD captured from the slutty muses Grease would fuck on the side, the resulting monster child that came about was Xanadu.
While this movie is an abomination that needed to be aborted before it was birthed, it creates a bit of a conflict with me. You see… *sigh* I don’t want to admit too much here… I have a real soft spot for this movie. Maybe even to the point that I kinda like this movie a lot.
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