Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

Early jukebox musical entry gets points for some of the sheer batshit ideas on display - George Burns vamping to the Beatles, Steve Martin doing physical battle with The Bee Gees, Barry Gibb getting high with a little help from Donald Pleasence... if you're precious about your Beatles, perhaps best to steer clear, though as a soundtrack album it's fine, and amusing to note that great pains have been made to prevent giving the BGs any opportunity to act. Star studded finale is incredibly bizarro!

Frampton and the Bee Gees are less charismatic and talented than mannequins that have gained the ability to walk around and lip synch. Every time the film could start building some kind of tension, the plot decides to go somewhere even less interesting; culminating in an ending that manages to make everything even more pointless. Yet, it's so bad in such a fascinating way that it's actually worth seeing - if you can stomach some of the awful Beatles' covers.

Hugely disappointing. I'm a fan of the Beatles, the Bee Gees, Alice Cooper, Steve Martin, and Earth, Wind, and Fire, but this movie just made me feel embarassed for everyone involved.

Maybe it was my early introduction to this film, but I could never see why everyone hated it so much. A guilty pleasure I guess.

I have no idea what people were thinking when they said this film was bad. The only problem is that while some of the songs have been moulded into the plot and fit in a pleasing and unexpected way, some of the others and are ill-fitting and now damaged. Case in point: Steve Martins performance of "Maxwells Silver Hammer". A song they reworked into a one about a mad cosmetic surgeon who turns people into slaves just because the song has the word "dead" in it.

SGT. PEPPER begins with what seems like an overly cutesy idea--a band who seems literally to bring WWI to an end, before going on to an illustrious career--but after the incoherent nonsense that follows, one wishes they'd focused on that first band. The Beatles' beloved songs are reduced to the softest of rock (Peter Frampton and the Bee Gees are no kind of substitute), and there's a great deal of pointless, tedious, mildly racist glitz--until perhaps the most ridiculous ending I've ever seen.

It sucks.

The honeymoon with "Frampton Comes Alive" completely cooling off by that point, this Beatles-loving grade nine'er couldn't stop wincing thoughout this parade of weakness.

A blasphemy, to be sure, and the story's very weirdly conservative for something inspired by a product of the Beatles' psychedelic phase, but it's the kind of curiosity that bears watching once.

The 20 points is strictly for Aerosmith covering Come Together. If I had to rate Peter Frampton or the Bee Gees butchering the Beatles, or the icky actress portraying "Strawberry Fields" (no, I did NOT make that up--I wish), this film would get 0 or even -20. It is quite possibly the worst movie you will ever see, especially if you are at all a Beatles fan. George Burns, couldn't you find something better to do than be in this train wreck?

Quite bad, but I was entertained.

It's not that good of a film, though there are some... I guess *worthy* parts of it, like the Maxwell's Silver Hammer number.

I don't know if I'd call this a *bad* movie so much as an uninspired movie. Coming off of the successes of previous Beatles films and the recent success of the Who's Tommy, I'm guessing the studio thought this was a sure bet. This film, as well as other such gems as Rock of Ages, Mamma Mia, and Across the Universe, is the reason why, as a general rule, I hate jukebox musicals. Still, the music is good. I especially like Steve Martin as Maxwell

I don't know what I was expecting.

This movie has ruined 'Get Back' for me. Cheesy goodness is rampant, but fuck I can never hear that song the same way again.

When I was a kid, it introduced me to a lot of Beatles songs. However, I'm not keeping loyal.

This movie made my brain *numb*. There were a couple of good moments (mostly involving spots of humor), but all the terrible covers, the nonsensical plot, Peter Frampton's inability to act... oy.