I confess I used to watch this show enthusiastically when I was in high school, and had a mad crush on Donnie Osmond. I blame pot and confused gay hormones. There can be no real justification otherwise.
At first, I was convinced this was some clever mash-up, that someone edited the video to make it look like they were singing Steely Dan's most famous tune. It was good, very realistic...
It eventually dawned on me that they were really doing it. I'm still trying to cope with the discordance.
@10, I agree. I thought this would be a mashup, but it's just a video of the show, which is as lacking in creativity as throwing skating into a seventies skit comedy was. Could we get a compendium of cat videos Wendy?
Meanwhile civil war raged through Cambodia, Steven Biko was beaten to death in South African prison, and the Clash released their first album. Not that such contradictions don't always exist, but 1970's sure were a special time.
@8 There are stars today that could pull off a classic variety show, but the production involves too much sweat and requires too much viewer attention. It takes more than just Carol or Dean to make the magic. (sigh)
@15, all you need is a good band that can play anything and a director, choreographer and costume designer who think they're the reincarnation of Busby Berkeley, and you're set. Watching the idiot stars of today flounder around wound be hilarious. It's not like Donny and Marie were bursting with talent. You need a few real singers in occasionally to keep everybody grounded, that's all.
I wasn't in the Osmonds' target audience which were 1) tweens in the throes of their first crushes and 2) older people who were relieved to see someone under 30 well-scrubbed and presentable. Perhaps we weren't going to Hell in a hand-basket after all. The Osmonds were the anti-cool. All I ever saw in the very few times I was forced to watch were teeth and Mormons.
And Marie's a little pitchy, I think.
It eventually dawned on me that they were really doing it. I'm still trying to cope with the discordance.
Or Peg.
I wasn't in the Osmonds' target audience which were 1) tweens in the throes of their first crushes and 2) older people who were relieved to see someone under 30 well-scrubbed and presentable. Perhaps we weren't going to Hell in a hand-basket after all. The Osmonds were the anti-cool. All I ever saw in the very few times I was forced to watch were teeth and Mormons.