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Without a word of a doubt, this has to be the gayest movie I've ever seen. I don't mean that in a bad way but there is just so much gay in this movie that it's practically overflowing with rainbows.

The movie is a fictionalized explanation of how the Village People came to be. Their prime audience, at least at the start, were gay men and the outfits they wore were supposedly gay fantasy material. But in this movie the whole thing about the band being gay was really toned down to the point where it was never even mentioned.

Every time you see one, he's with a woman. It might be his sister or a friend but it's never a lover and they're never alone especially with another man. Maybe this was the movie's way of being subtle. But then they throw in the tryouts for their final member and I swear they're trying to say something.

Remember, this is a tryout for a singing position so explain the reasons for tumblers, muscle men who sing to their muscles and I swear a flaming gay stereotype twirling flaming batons which set off the sprinklers. Focus movie! Either they're gay or they're not. What are you trying to say with this?

Of course there's Bruce Jenner in his first, and thankfully last, starring role. The man wasn't a good actor. And he's parading around at some point in shorts and a t-shirt with a bare midriff. Do you think they knew something about him even back then?

Then there's the scene in the YMCA where they sing YMCA. And again, it's full of buff young men doing sports, changing clothes, swimming and eventually they all tumble down into a giant Y on the final strain of the song.

This is giving out mixed signals. It's uneven. It serves as not only a vehicle for the Village People to play some songs but to see if former decathalete and Wheaties spokesperson Bruce Jenner could carry a movie. It failed in both regards.

By the time the movie had come out, disco was no longer a thing and that more than anything else, killed it. It's even been said that this movie killed movie musicals for decades afterwards but I don't think that's fair. There were others that came afterwards that were worse.

The movie itself is rather unremarkable. It's a bunch of bits tied together by Village People songs and performances. It's not a movie I'd recommend to anybody unless you're into bad movies or movies with heavy gay subtext in them.

i saw this film on TV, i'm sure it wasn't in the cinemas at least i didn't notice it. the start was so funny i did fall off the couch and laugh so much i got a stitch...then the film settled down so to speak.it was hilarious, couldn't tell though whether it was supposed to be serious or a "national lampoon" style take on the groups life. other films on pop groups (beatles , spice girls etc) i guess you knew where they were coming from, but this was different..steve guttenberg perhaps he just needed the money...I bought it when it came out on VHS solely due to it being so awful it was good. i have tried to lend it to people but no one of my friends are interested...if it comes out on DVD i won't get that even if it is the directors cut...unless there is some really good out-takes. whatever someone says i do recommend people to see the film, but strap yourself into your chair and let someone else keep the remote so you cannot stop the film until the end !

At some point, during pre-production one must wonder who they're making their film for. Sometimes, it's simply enough to say "I'm making it for myself" and if they have the passion to back it up, it's sure to be enjoyed by many others, too. Can't Stop the Music at no point feels like a movie that someone was passionate about making. It's not a story that anyone felt needed to be told and it suffers for that.

The thin tissue of a story follows a songwriting DJ (Steve Guttenberg) who dreams of getting his songs on the airwaves. Thankfully, he has a recently retired model friend (Valerie Perrine) who finds him a bunch of singers to record a demo within the blink of an eye, they record the demo, and (surprise!) she gives it to her record producer ex. From there, there are a few fairly minor conflicts and a lot of musical numbers that do nothing to enhance the story, but at least they give us a quit respite from from inane "plot."

It's hard to tell if the actors knew they were in a turkey, because they seem to be having a great time. Even Caitlyn Jenner (back when she went by Bruce) isn't as bad as you'd think. The musical numbers are pretty well staged and the songs themselves are mostly toe tappers, but one wishes there was more of a story to support them. At a little over two hours, it's insanely long for a film with a plot barely strong enough to cover a half hour sitcom episode. If the film had been trimmed by 30 minutes, it might be even more fun.

I urge everyone to buy a bottle of booze and see this movie immediately.

If only for the Construction Worker's song "I love you to death" in which girls ride atop giant pistons and sprinkle glitter all over his jeans. Or maybe the Leatherman's rousing version of "Danny Boy" atop a table in a Board Room. Or, maybe the gigantic musical busby berkley dance numbers with added "onion skin" rainbow graphics of naked men jumping into swimming pools. Or, maybe the worlds most bizarre milk commercial starring the Village People singing about how a milkshake goes with your sandwich too.

Be warned though, the songs are kind of decent. Maybe even better than decent. And theres a great performance by the otherwise mediocre Ritchie Family. Seriously, i love this movie. Everyone i have shown it to has remembered it, and maybe hates me for it. But its definitely an original.

This movie is amazing!! Rarely in the history of mankind have we seen a movie so incredibly awful that it becomes a "must-see film". And, interestingly enough, this film is one of four from 1979-1980 that I have reviewed that all fall into this same category. To what do we owe this honor? Well, 1979-1980, for those of you who are blessed to be too young to remember it, was time of the last gasp of disco AND the short-lived roller-disco craze. And, all four horrible movies I strongly recommend are so bad, so stupid, so over-the-top bad that they are truly must-see films for bad movie fans. So here is my list of the unholy 4--XANADU, ROLLER BOOGIE, THE APPLE and CAN'T STOP THE MUSIC. All four are chock full of disco as well as crappy dialog and minimal production values. My vote for most awful of these is the sci-fi, disco, religious epic THE APPLE, but any of the four is strongly recommended for a good laugh!

Now, for the specifics on CAN'T STOP THE MUSIC--which, when you watch it you may want to re-name "CAN'T STOP THE RETCHING". Back in 1980, the least well-kept secret in America was the fact that the Village People were gay. Believe it or not, many Americans who loved their music lived in complete denial that these were six gay men from Greenwich Village. Well, all doubt and ambiguity is erased in this film! While a few times in the movie, the ultra-horny character, Lulu, makes very clumsy passes at these guys, the long, over-the-top and strongly homo-erotic music videos within the movie make it obvious these men were quite gay--and this is especially true of their rendition of YMCA--which looks sort of like a gay version of Heaven. In fact, the campiness of the movie is sort of like a combination of Liberace with gay disco--with the most flamboyant and silly sets and costumes you'll see outside of a gay pride march. BUT, despite the singing being so incredibly overdone and campy, it actually works in some cases as you'll probably find yourself tapping your feet and getting into the songs--or at least some of them. They are BAD, yes, but still kinda fun at the same time. The final song, CAN'T STOP THE MUSIC, initially is very catchy as well, but goes on and on and on and on until you are nearly ready to go berserk!

So, if the music is strange but not THAT bad, why did I give the movie a 2? Well, that's because when they are not singing, the members of The Village People have very little to say and absolutely no charisma because they are not actors. So, they fill in this gap by having real actors(?) do almost all the dialog. And, for the most part, they assembled the absolute worst actors Hollywood had to offer!! So, the main problem with the movie rests not on the Village People but on everything else about the movie!! To help illustrate HOW bad the acting is, one of the big "stars" for the movie is a very young and obnoxious Steve Guttenburg! He is assisted by the pleasantly built but incredibly bland Valerie Perrine and the ultra-wooden Bruce Jenner!!! This movie, in fact, single-handedly ruined Jenner's bid to become a serious actor, as he had all the personality and chemistry of Mr. Potatohead.

Now, so far this movie offers us one music video after another (many with very gay visuals that will make a few uncomfortable but most just laugh), horrible acting and dialog, a dopey story and wretched direction by Nancy Walker (yes, the Bounty commercial woman). And, when you put them all together you have a movie that is even worse than a sum of all its parts--so bad, that you'll most likely laugh yourself silly and have great time making fun of the ineptness of the film. Call some friends and make this the party film you all won't soon forget!

Wow. Words just don't do this movie justice. It's like a bunch of other movies exploded and landed on your TV screen. This movie is so bad, they could make a movie about this movie. I mean this will really blow your mind. But whatever you do, don't spend money on it. It seems pretty obvious that everyone involved knew that they were making a bad movie... too bad nobody remembered to tell Bruce Jenner.

I think Xanadu is marginally worse, but that isn't saying much. Can't Stop the Music is a train wreck of a film, however like Xanadu I can't help laughing at the awfulness of it all. The music is quite decent I admit. But I cannot say the same for the rest of the film. The filming and choreography are unimaginative and messy, the story line is irrelevant, the dialogue is the epitome of unintentional cheesiness and the direction is absolutely wretched.

Not to mention I had difficulty caring about any of the characters, and the acting fares little better. Tammy Grimes and June Havoc bring some much-needed kitsch to the proceedings, but we also have an unbearably obnoxious Steve Guttenberg, a bland Valerie Perrine and a wooden Bruce Jenner. The film is also overlong, and drags badly. So overall, while it was a train wreck and a chore to sit through mostly, there was some camp but somewhat entertaining value. 1/10 Bethany Cox

Well, after 30 years of pretty much avoiding this movie that got so many bad reviews and was such a bomb at the box office, I finally managed to watch Can't Stop the Music on a DVD that I borrowed from the library several days ago. Man, what an ultra cheesy movie this was! Where to start...Steve Guttenberg getting the multiple-image treatment when roller skating on the streets of N.Y., a couple of audition scenes like when that guy singing "Macho Man" starts stripping as he shows off his muscled body or that other guy twirling a couple of flaming batons just before it sets the water sprinklers, Bruce Jenner getting hot food dropped on his lap which gets both Steve and Valerie Perrine taking his pants off, and that whole bizarre "Y.M.C.A" number...there's plenty more but I think you get the drift. There's also some funny and some very unfunny moments galore here though it's interesting seeing such accomplished character actors like Jack Weston, Barbara Rush, Tammy Grimes, Paul Sand, and especially June Havoc as Guttenberg's mother do what they can with the material. Actually, while I mentioned that the "Y.M.C.A" number was pretty bizarre, it also provided some energy along with many of the other ones that made many of the just talking scenes just so monotonous or pointless in comparison. In summation, Can't Stop the Music was a mess that first-and-only-time director Nancy Walker couldn't fix and it must have knocked screenwriter Bronte Woodard and his co-writing partner and producer Allan Carr down a notch after their big success with Grease two years before though Carr wouldn't really decline in power until that really awful production number involving Snow White and Rob Lowe at the 1989 Academy Awards. That said, the cheesiness did contribute to the fun I had watching this and I may watch this again if I so desired. Certainly, some scenes with Ms. Perrine would make it worth my while again...P.S. Once again, I have to acknowledge someone involved here that's from my birthtown of Chicago, Ill. This time it's Mr. Carr. And one more thing: A critic back in the day said, "By 2010, this movie will become 1980's The Gang's All Here." Now, considering that picture had such icons as Busby Berkeley and Carmen Miranda, I don't think the comparison's apt. They both have similar camp value, however.

It's entirely unpretentious and succeeds in presenting a bunch of pleasant people who produce enjoyable music. This is a crime?

"Can't Stop the Music" is the definitive "guilty pleasure", a film you love to hate! After Alan Carr hit the stratosphere with "Grease", he was hoping lightning would strike twice. Unfortunately, he missed the mark entirely. He made the mistake of playing it safe and trying to make a "family" musical. If he didn't try to hide the gay theme, and if he would've used some major supporting talent, this might have been a minor classic. Let's be honest, Bruce Jenner is not an actor by any stretch of the imagination, nor was Nancy Walker a film director. Carr should've tried to incorporate some of his "Grease" cast and crew. For example, cast Jeff Conaway (Kinicki) instead of Bruce Jenner. He did go the nostalgic Hollywood route as he did in "Grease" (with Eve Arden and Joan Blondell) by including minor roles for Barbara Rush and June Havoc, who were both a joy to see on film once more. Finally, a golden opportunity was missed at the end of the film when the entire cast is on stage. A classic campy ending would have been to have June Havoc (Gypsy Rose Lee's real life sister) step to the edge of the stage and yell out the gay crowd, "Hello everyone, my name is June! What's yours?!!" I agree that American Movie Classics or VH-1 should show "Can't Stop the Music" just for fun. But it has to be in its original widescreen format, and with full stereo surround sound! What a hoot!

This film is pure camp from start to finish. All during the late 70's people of the"Gay persuasion" wondered how the Village People, with such an obvious gay subtext, could be accepted as such popular main stream rock heros. Well, when this film came out in 1980, the straight and gay world generally said "Whew, something stinks". This film, with its then very popular stars, the Village People, Guttenberg, Perrine, and, yes, Bruce Jenner, bombed big time at the box office. Now, nearly a quarter of a century later, I saw this film at a friends and I must say, the sexual innuendoes, the absurd plot lines, the hysterical cameos of Tammy Grimes, and the outrageous music videos of the People themselves had me rolling on the floor. Very Funny! This may have bombed back then because the straights finally saw how queer it was and the gays were embarrassed at how silly it was. Also, one remembers that shortly before this film hit wide release in 1981, the "Gay Cancer" showed up in New York and L.A. Suddenly "Gay" was not so funny. Whatever the reason it did not make a hit back then...it should be seen now for its very entertaining smaltz and great, but where else can you see a young and luscious Valerie Perrine and a hot and studly Bruce Jenner in SHORT SHORTS dancing in a YMCA with the Village People. "Oh the Humanity"

Ex-model in Greenwich Village helps put together a music act that turns out to be novelty disco-ers The Village People. This movie is a novelty: as directed by Nancy Walker (of all people), it's a hoary, old-fashioned, "let's put on a show!" extravaganza done up in polyester and gold chains. By the time it was released, the Village People were already passé, and the film looked like a dated relic only a year or so later. Is anything good in this film? Yes, Valerie Perrine is good. Her character and most of her dialogue are trite, but the nonchalant, wiseass-yet-sunny manner of her delivery nearly saves the day. Perrine, not a trained actress, does as much for this part as anybody possibly could, and she looks great to boot. Athlete Bruce Jenner is amiable as an uptight square who gets involved (he has lines like, "your friends a little far out for me!") and Marilyn Sokol does a sex-obsessed best friend bit that gets some laughs, but hyped-up Steve Guttenberg is nerve-wracking and The Village People (each dressed as a separate gay fantasy figure) are mediocre in both acting and music. * from ****

The Village people started as a band who was for the Gay community. Then, something else happened. Teenagers started to like them, but on a totally different level of the disco music and costume theatrics.

When it came time to make a movie, which audience do you try to satisfy?

Well, I guess Alan Carr thought you could satisfy them both.

The result is one of the most incredibly bizarre, unintentionally funny musicals ever made. One that tried to balance Family friendly and Gay friendly to help VP's duel followings to come and enjoy.

But even my naive, young self who saw this movie when it first came out could sense that... something was amiss in the village :)

I mean, the YMCA sequence has quick, almost subliminal cuts of a bunch of guys in the shower, one slapping a towel on the others butt (swear to God!) in between loving, slow motion shots of buff oiled athletic guys and an all male sychronized swimming team scene.

Hmmm....

That was a bit sledgehammer, even for me back then.

Then, I watched it more recently and found a gay movie that was in denial

You have a movie that never says the "G" word but has an incredibly effeminate man with TIGHT gold shorts come in and Juggle "Flaming" fire batons.

The Indian,Felipe Rose, has that nice, smooth look and wears cut off jeans and a headress and when he prances around, makes noise like a wind chime tinkling.

The Leather man, Glenn Hughes (rest in peace)sounds pretty effeminate.

The Construction worker, David Hodo, has a musical number where he tries to escape from a bunch of adoring women...

Then there is Lulu, who seems to be female... mostly, but she reminds me of a drag queen.

Which begs a question? How come almost all the Homo imagery here is for males. How come the lesbians get left out?

And how come a lot of this movie is "looped". Even a lot of stage shot stuff seems to have been redubbed in post production. It made me think I was watching a forign movie sometimes.

Ahhh well, you'll have a lot of fun with this. You'll be in disbelief that the thinly disguised homoerotic undertones went over the heads of the powers that be. Perhaps they were too busy watching Valerie Perrine "stick out".

Bad movie fans will be in their glory too. It's not everyday that a big budget movie like this is so hilariously and ineptly executed.

And hang on to your hats boys and girls, that great video company Anchor Bay has bought the rights to this movie and it will be on DVD in April 2002. Hopefully it will be a special edition, with a widescreen transfer and 5.1 remix and I'll be one of the first to get it.

I still like the Village People and love this campy, bizarre, collosal misfire of a movie.

Fictional tale of how the Village People got together. An annoying man (Steve Guttenberg) and his sexy roommate (Valerie Perrine) try to sell his music and get a group together. "Hilarious" complications ensure.

This is just a plain disaster. It fails almost completely. Nancy Walker may have seem a weird choice for the director but she had directed some TV shows and she was very comfortable with gay men (for instance, her and Montgomery Clift were the best of friends). The studio obviously wanted a director who would be comfortable with the gay subtext AND keep it PG! Well...she DID try!

It all starts out great with Guttenberg skating around NYC, a good song on the soundtrack and nice use of multi-screens. Then it quickly falls apart. The dialogue is truly atrocious (the actors deserve credit for saying their lines with a straight face); there are the horrendous 70s styles and fashions; dreadfully unfunny comedy; trying to sell the Village People as a straight group--come ON!; Felipe's bird call gets annoying after EIGHT renditions and totally unneeded romance between Perrine and Bruce Jenner! Also WAY too long (2 hours). However there ARE some good things about this.

The songs aren't bad and the production numbers are certainly elaborate; there's a nice sequence with Perrine "recruiting" 3 of the Village People; a beautiful rendition of "Danny Boy"; a truly hysterical song and dance number about MILK!!!!; and the YMCA number. It comes in too late (over an hour in) but it's just great--full of action, hunky men and frequent glimpses of full frontal male nudity! Also female (Perrine in the whirl pool).

The acting wavers: Guttenberg is WAY too hyper--I kept wanting to throw a few Valium in his mouth. Poor Valerie Perrine! She went from "Lenny" to THIS??? She's a wonderful actress and certainly beautiful and she REALLY tries--but the script is terrible. Bruce Jenner--don't get me started. Just one word comes to mind--hopeless. Tammy Grimes and June Havoc overact and underact and are just horrid. Worst of all is Marilyn Sokol as Lulu--she looks like Tim Curry from "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" and is truly astounding (I mean that in a bad way). You just watch her attempts at acting and comedy in utter disbelief.

The main problem with this movie is they tried to whitewash the Village People. They were a big GAY group--that's totally ignored here. There IS a big gay subtext though. However by the time this movie came out, the Village People were old news and disco was dead. And the script needed a serious rewrite. Some people think this so bad that it's good. Production numbers aside I was bored silly with an occasional stupid line or performance to pick me up. Sadly this is just a dull, bad movie. Still--I DO love the YMCA number:):)

Oh, GOD, this movie is so painfully, excrutiatingly, mind-numbingly BAD, I want a copy for my personal collection! I've never been the biggest fan of disco--though I do have a few records in my collection--and didn't really miss it when it died the first time around, but this movie had to have been the proverbial nail in the coffin. I've nicknamed it "Please Stop the Music" because that final song during the "concert" has permanently embedded itself into my psyche and won't let go! Ouch! Anyway, the old saying goes that a film is only as good as its (CHOOSE ONE: director, writer, cast), and this one had all three strikes against it. No matter how hard you try to look away, you can't help but look on in horror as it continues. Be prepared to laugh yourself silly over the unintentional humor, the stiff acting, and the convoluted "HEY KIDS! LET'S PUT ON A SHOW!" storyline.

It's hard to believe that a movie about the formation of the Village People does not even rise to the level of camp. It takes an hour and a quarter to get to a recognizable song (YMCA). Bad as is the skating songwriter Steve Guttenberg makes of Jacques Morali, what makes the movie so tedious is centering it on the romance between a supposedly hip Valerie Perrine and an uptight tax attorney "played" by Bruce Jenner.

The YMCA number is bearable, though inferior to most music videos. The other three numbers (including the finale title song) are ineptly filmed Las Vegas productions. Tammy Grimes is almost amusing as a vampy advertising executive; June Havoc is a ridiculous parody of a doting mother. The only redeeming feature is the high-kicking Indian (Felipe Rose)in a Plains Indian head-dress flitting about in New York City.

No-one ever claimed this movie was Citizen Kane. But not every movie has to be though. And for sheer mindlessness and fun this movie has few peers. And talk about a once-in-a-lifetime cast. This is definitely the most eclectic group of people ever seen this side of an Ed Wood film. To say this movie was one of the final nails in disco's coffin is grossly unfair. By the time this movie hit theatres in the summer of 1980 disco was pretty much history anyway, so it's more a victim of bad timing than anything else. It could be argued that this movie plays better when under the influence of booze or some other controlled substance. Could be. But whatever state you're in it's a helluva lot of fun. It's mindless, has pretty good production values and the music is not as bad as you may have been led to believe. Someone should definitely put this movie in a time capsule, because it reflects its era probably better than any movie ever made. A definite must-have on your guilty pleasures list.

Make sure you've taken all of your medications before seeing this one.

Some of the worst ideas, scripting, characters, music, and on and on.

The whole was certainly greater than the sum of its parts. Considering the parts include the Village People, Alan Carr, Nancy Walker, Valerie Perrine, and Bruce Jenner, that says a lot.

When given the choice, watch Sgt. Pepper or Xanadu instead.

Absolutely horrible. The only highlight moment is watching Steve Guttenberg dance like a chimpanzee during the finale.

There really are some pieces of entertainment which are so bad that they are thoroughly enjoyable. This movie is an example of this to be placed in a time capsule to illustrate this for future generations.

Look at the facts: it has the Village People portrayed as a group of straight young men, of diverse occupations, who are united as a musical group; Bruce Jenner is presented as an actor in a lead role; Bruce and the others work-out with the "People" at the gym (YMCA); Valerie Perrine is the lead female (her claim to fame is being the first woman to show her nipples on television, 30+ years ago); Steve Guttenberg and Paul Sand represent the most prominent actor and comic presence, respectively, the producers obtained for the film; and, there is the added presence of the long-in-tooth Tammy Grimes, the longer-in-tooth Barbara Rush, and the longest-in-tooth June Havoc to the cast.

Call it campy, strange, weird, weak, laughable - or whatever other adjective(s) you can conjure - it is so bad it's thoroughly engrossing and entertaining. And there is something about watching the Village People act, cavort and sing, and listening to their music, which does nothing but add further to this fascination - and their acting makes Ed Wood seem like Olivier (but like all else here, so bad it's you-know-what).

Who would have guessed at the time that the Village People would have had a greater impact on American society than 25 years of punk rock? One viewing of Can't Stop the Music will remind you of the massive sea change in American attitudes toward homosexuality since 1980. Though no one had the nerve to say the 'g' or 'h' words in this film, the site of the People singing 'Liberation'--and the other more subtle hints laced throughout this film--must surely be considered revolutionary. While the straight characters in the film--Perrine, Jenner, and Guttenberg--are plastic and dull, the People themselves represented the diversity, energy, and excitement of the Village scene. The late Glenn Hughes is particularly impressive, showcasing vocal range ("Danny Boy"!) and comic timing ("Leathermen don't get nervous!"). First rate entertainment, even if the People don't perform In the Navy or Go West.

This movie was bad in 1980. It is worst now! Talk about not aging well. There is a good reason it flopped so badly during initial release: bad story, bad acting, bad cast. But on a positive note, it does have a few catchy tunes such as YMCA, Magic Night and Can't Stop the Music. Too bad disco was over by the time it reached the screen.

Producer Alan Carr actually thought he had another monster hit like Grease. Nothing could be further from the truth. One is almost embarrassed to watch this mess. It actually makes Xanadu look like high they thinking"? Bruce Jenner moves like cardboard and seems uneasy during this entire exercise. Valarie Perrine added another film to her list of flops. Steve Guttenberg is horrible beyond words. The movie is suppose to be the story of how the group The Village People got together. But that was deemed a little too gay so we have this love story going between Valarie and Bruce. The Village People get very little screen time which is a blessing. It is humorous to see the ultra gay Village People with their "girl friends" in several of the scenes.

Stay away. Don't say I didn't warn you!