Only Robert Stigwood could take the greatest, most important album of the 1960s and turn it into the worst movie of all time.

It was an embarassment to everyone involved. The Bee Gees refused to comment about SGT. PEPPER in interviews during the 1980’s and Billy Preston filed a lawsuit to have his name removed from the video box. It wasn’t just a bad movie, it killed careers.

When I saw it in the theater with several friends during it’s very short-lived general release, I was appalled at the movie’s amauterishness. There is no plot, the dialogue would insult the intelligence of a typical 4th grader, and the acting is non-existent. The music is performed in some kind of mind-numbing daze with orchestration straight out of H.R. Puffenstuff.

Towards the end of the film Peter Frampton stands on a roof top contemplating suicide. In the theater two or three people, myself included, began shouting “Jump! Jump!”

It was the only time I’ve ever been in a movie theater when the audience booed as the final credits rolled.

There are a few short seconds while Aerosmith performs “Come Together” that are kind of interesting. But all of the rest of the movie should have been torn to shreds, burned, and buried in a pit on the dark side of the moon. It is absolute unadulterated GARBAGE.

I rank it 1 star because that’s as low as the rating system goes. In reality it deserves negative 46 stars.
Rating: 1 / 5