Love Spinal Tap. For me it's just one of those very rare times when something is perfect and without any flaws whatsoever. Perfect casting and more quotable lines than you can shake a stick at. The timing where they are on their way to the stage and meet the janitor for the second time is so good I'm laughing just thinking about it. I've got a DVD of it where there's audio commentary from the whole band in character. Bonafide comedy genius.
It's excruciating, Bully, and brilliant, all at the same time.
It's near perfect imho, just like Sopranos, just like Psycho, Life Of Brian and a very few other flicks.
Yes, it's the totally cringeworthy stuff that really makes it work for me - which I guess is true for most of us on here who would've been exposed to the "hair" bands of the seventies/early eighties with their precious albums and bonkers moments on stage.
I think I spot something different each time I watch it. This time I took most of the film to work out that the bassist was wearing a Shrewsbury Town (?) kit and I loved his "double" bass.
* Owns up to stencilling an 11 on his Marshall monitor amp. *
*If, in the final analysis you weren't being a sarcy Stafford div and I read it wrong there is no need to fuck off and you are not a Fuck Face.
I'd have to check when it came out (mid 70s?) but I remember the boy Grind thinking (and stridently voicing this opinion) that no-one in their right mind could justify buying a brand new combine harvester for just twenty acres of land.
You'd rent one or share it as part of a co-operative.
I guess it could almost be worthwhile with an additional 43 acres, but even then.......
It totally spoiled the song for me.
They're probably just townies, the pretend yokel fucks.