Harvey Keitel is a record producer for one of the big labels. He wants to sign Earth Wind & Fire, but the geniuses who wear suits want the happy bubble gum pop sound purveyed by a one-hit-wonder family group of Bert Parks, Cynthia Bostick, and Jimmy Boyd; every other label has one, and some have two. Keitel is ordered to apply his magic, so he takes Miss Bostick tooling around Philadelphia in his Morgan while she acts surprised when every disc jockey asks how you tell a boy chromosome from a female chromosome. Keitel wines Asher and dines her and beds her and weds her, happy as a clam in chowder.
It's a look at the world of money in recording back in the day, with Keitel standing in for all the cool young rebels. Clearly, the movie producers knew they had a talent on their hands and were trying to move him from Scorsese hood to matinee idol. I guess they're still trying.
It's a look at the world of money in recording back in the day, with Keitel standing in for all the cool young rebels. Clearly, the movie producers knew they had a talent on their hands and were trying to move him from Scorsese hood to matinee idol. I guess they're still trying.