No self-disrespecting finger-snapping swinger should be without the music to Clooney's clever directorial debut. Suave as the fella himself, it kicks off with a song written by the movie's hero, Chuck Barris?or at least he claims he wrote it. Of course, he claims a lot of things. His shining pop mom...
No self-disrespecting finger-snapping swinger should be without the music to Clooney’s clever directorial debut. Suave as the fella himself, it kicks off with a song written by the movie’s hero, Chuck Barris?or at least he claims he wrote it. Of course, he claims a lot of things. His shining pop moment, “Palisades Park” by Freddie “Boom Boom” Cannon, is as kitsch as the night is long. Elsewhere the retro-cool is greasier than a conman’s elbow, though Vicki Carr belts out “The Silencers” with such gusto we’re hushed, and George’s aunt Rosemary brings the roof off with “There’s No Business Like Show Business”. Game on.