From the very outset this movie attempts to rip-off all that was hip and trendy in late 70's England. The title track "Music Machine/If you go I'll see you there/Down at the Music Machine" leads us mesmerisingly into a land of suburban high rise chaos where a working boy who wants to escape the grind of his daily life has only the local disco to look to. His chosen love is infatuated by the current disco king, so our hero decides to take lessons in order to impress her. Despite the thumping soundtrack it rapidly becomes obvious that the chosen actor actually cannot dance at all, so all disco scenes are shot showing only his face. Anyway, after a lot of minor plot detail he hooks up with a talented rich black disco dancer chick who helps him to win the local disco dance off. While his former infatuation is now begging to be his squeeze, he realises her shallowness and vanity and so devotes himself to things which matter more. Overall a pleasant pastiche of 70's England which can be seen again in the more modern Velvet Goldmine.
Review of The Music Machine
