tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461919.post4941900487844575005..comments2023-11-02T06:17:45.951-04:00Comments on my shore: xanadu, how could you?beckmarshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08331456848435265001noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461919.post-73109308408360606262007-12-23T16:01:00.000-05:002007-12-23T16:01:00.000-05:00NOOOOO! Don't tell me it was a bad movie. I love...NOOOOO! Don't tell me it was a bad movie. I loved that film. In fact, I even had the sound track. OK, it was dubbed off of my cousin's RECORD (we really are old, aren't we?) so the sound quality totally sucked, but back then I didn't know any better. There are so many movies like that for me: ones I completely adored and then watched later and realized that they weren't so good after all. "Grease" comes to mind. My sister made me go to the play at a dinner theatre and I couldn't believe how sexist and stereotypical it was. I used to love it. No accounting for a preteen's taste, I guess (which shouldn't be surprising given more recent phenomena such as the popularity of stars such as Britney Spears and Paris Hilton).Patty O.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15598358666714482323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461919.post-22040544585469890352007-12-22T22:04:00.000-05:002007-12-22T22:04:00.000-05:00I, too, was smitten with Xanadu! I choregraphed a...I, too, was smitten with Xanadu! I choregraphed and performed my own dance at the school-wide talent show in 5th grade to a song from the sound track. I wore red shorts with white piping (you know the ones) and a yellow tee with one of those glittery iron-ons that said "free spirit". And I wasn't even embarassed!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com