Train Ride to Hollywood (1975)

In the realm of bad musicals, most know about Can’t Stop the Music and Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. But Train Ride to Hollywood is so bad, I’m told it was barely released. Before the Village People and Bee Gees made their ill-fated attempts at box-office glory, the four-man R&B group Bloodstone — perhaps best-known for the hit “Natural High,” which you heard in Jackie Brown — gave it a try.

I’m thinking they shouldn’t. Playing themselves, Bloodstone is about to go onstage for a concert when one of the members slips and conks his noggin, forcing him into an unconscious world that we must endure along with him for 80-some-odd minutes. When Martin Luther King Jr. said he had a dream, certainly he meant the opposite of this, which casts the guys as train conductors only a step or two above the demeaning level of Stepin Fetchit.

Said choo-choo is headed to Tinseltown, and the passengers are impersonations of movie legends Humphrey Bogart, W.C. Fields, Dracula and Clark Gable, who uses the “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn” joke more than once. Also aboard are a sheik with seven whores, Caged Heat’s Roberta Collins as Jean Harlow, and most notably, Terminal Island’s Phyllis Davis squeezed into Scarlett O’Hara’s corset. Marlon Brando kills some of the passengers by having them smell his armpits. Oh, sorry: spoiler alert. And one of the guys boxes a gorilla.

Yes, it sure sounds wacky, but it’s a groaner without a clue, much less a successful gag. Admittedly, the songs Bloodstone wrote for the film aren’t bad — a couple of them are even as catchy as herpes — but it’s like wrapping a pizza not in a cardboard box, but a discarded diaper. Would you want to eat that? —Rod Lott

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2 thoughts on “Train Ride to Hollywood (1975)”

  1. If by “ill-fated attempts at box office glory” you actually meant “the most awesome movies ever made by man,” then you are correct sir.

    I definitely gots to see this one!

  2. It’s not the worst pop musical eer, but it’s probably one of the weirdest. Some moments work and others don’t, but the music especially the song “Rock ‘n’ Roll Choo-Choo,” which reclaims rock and roll for black musicians while paying tribute to Hollywood’s golden age – is by far the best part of the movie. Bloodstone is one of the great lost bands of the 1970s, and when you hear them cover “Money (That’s What I Want”) – a Motown song the Beatles popularized with their own cover – you wonder why “Natural High” was their only big hit.

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